His lips were rough and insistent, the kiss quickly escalating as he explored my mouth with a hunger that matched his earlier bravado.
I responded with equal fervor. My fingers traced the contours of his jaw, feeling the stubble beneath my fingertips. He reached for various parts of me, his hands roaming with a kind of hunger we both felt.
His touch was electrifying as he slipped his hand beneath my top, his fingers brushing against the curve of my breast. The fabric strained against my skin as he popped it out of my top, exposing my flesh to his gaze. I gasped, the sudden cool air mingling with the heat of his touch. His fingers were urgent, teasing my areola with a tenderness that bordered on torment. The sensation made me lightly bite his lower lip, a reflexive response to the inten
