The competition was on.
I leaned in, my mouth finding hers, a tentative brush that quickly deepened.
Her lips, soft and delicate, parted slightly, inviting me. Our tongues met, a dance of dominance, twisting around themselves, sweet and unhurried.
I tasted her, a mix of innocence and something wild, untamed. My hand drifted higher, seeking the swell of her breast.
"Mmmhnn.."
A soft moan escaped her throat as my palm cupped the soft mound, her nipple hardening instantly against my skin.
Her breasts are her sensitive spots. If I've used soft touch, she would have fainted at that move for sure.
"Oh," she breathed, her fingers clutching my shoulders. I pulled back, just enough to meet her gaze, a fierce heat in my eyes.
"That was close." Her eyes narrowed, a spark of defiance igniting. "Not even."
She pushed against me, her own hand finding my chest, then trailing lower, her touch light as a feather over my abdomen.
