SWEET SPOT
“I didn’t mean to kiss you so suddenly like that. I apologize. It’s just… seeing your tongue like that made me crazy.”
She was panting, cheeks flushed, eyes glassy with arousal. “Kiss me again,” she whispered. “I think the spice is going down if you keep kissing me.”
That was all the invitation I needed.
I kissed her again, deeper this time, my hand still under her shirt, squeezing and massaging her breast. My thumb circled her hardened nipple, teasing it until she moaned louder into my mouth. I pinched it lightly, then soothed it with my palm, loving the way her body trembled against mine. My other hand gripped her hip, pulling her even closer so she could feel how hard I was for her.