Chapter three

"Fuck it" Zoey heard him curse and turned to face him, but before she could even speak, he had covered her lips with his and was sucking and nibbling as though his life depended on it.

"~I didn't-mmph-finish....hmm-my drink~" Amy moaned as she couldn't even place her words properly seemingly dazed from her intake of alcohol earlier.

His hands trailed across her body and he lifted her effortlessly, making her wrap her legs around his body instinctively. They continued with the intense make out, their lips not detaching until he broke the kiss and trailed kisses along her slender neck, he suddenly started to bite down on her soft skin and left little patches of red in it's wake.

"~Ahh-hmph~" she tried to moan but he swallowed it and let it drown in the kiss. The air seemed to become more ambiguous as he turned around and placed her on the counter and tugged at her dress, Amy was about to show him where the zipper was when he tore the dress off her with a single tug.

"The zipper was on the side!" Amy whisper-yelled, as her eyes grew wide while she glared at him.

"Sorry" he says but didn't look the least bit sorry about what he did.

His gaze finally settled on her body as he took everything in. Her large doe eyes which were widened as she stared at him, puckered lips which glistened and seemed slightly swollen from his 'passionate' activities, her busty chest heaving up and down as she tried to catch her breath, her flat stomach which emphazised her slim, tiny waist, and finally.....

He stared straight at her as he tugged on her g-string, tracing his face down her body, his nose made sensual motions on her thighs making her shiver in pleasure and boy-did he love how she reacted to his touch.

"Can I?" He asks as he stared at her, waiting for her to give her permission.