As our lips met, I pressed in harder, tasting something metallic and sweet all at once, like danger wrapped in honey. For a heartbeat I only received the tip of her lips. Then her mouth opened, and she kissed back with a hunger that made my spine straighten.
'Oh shit… this is actually happening.'
Her hand around my neck tightened, not enough to choke but enough to remind me who held the power here. The other stayed locked on my rod, moving in slow, deliberate pulses that matched the rhythm of her tongue. I kept my left palm on her small breasts, thumbs circling those hard nipples through the thin fabric, channeling just enough Summoner's Touch to make her shiver.
Not too much. I wasn't trying to win this anymore — I was trying to survive it.
Maggie pulled back an inch, eyes half-lidded, that unreadable gaze still boring into me. Her breath came steady, controlled, but her body betrayed her. Those wide, curvy hips shifted closer, as my hands closed upon her huge ass.
