Caius half expected some resistance when he tried to kiss Rose and was pleasantly surprised when he got none. He wasted no time taking her lips, just like a man dying of thirst being offered water.
Her lips were just as soft as he remembered, the way she often hesitated to kiss him back with tongue. Caius didn't care; he wanted every inch of her, and he intended to get it.
He pressed against her, his hard-on threatening to rip out of his pants. He had held on too long, and as always, he was starting to wonder why he had stayed away in the first place. She tasted divine. He knew he could never get his fill of her.
Caius lifted her as they kissed, and Rose wrapped her arms and legs around him. Caius internally swore. He wanted to plunge into her right now, to feel her slick, tight walls around him. The thought was enough to make him lose his footing, and his pants felt even tighter.
