As much as I didn't want to say it, he didn't want to hear it more. He brought his lips to mine, his tongue diving into my mouth and silencing me. My concerns forgotten, I pressed my lips to his and eagerly raised my own tongue. I held the back of his head, ensuring he continued pressing his lips firmly to mine.

His hand slipped down, then up under my shirt to fondle my breasts unhindered, manipulating my aching mounds . . . my simmering flesh . . . first one, then the other . . . his fingers molding . . . tweaking my nipples . . . tugging...