The taste of him was intoxicating and I lunged in, nibbling and suckling the delicate skin.
I wanted more, but suddenly he slid his hands under my arms and pulled me up, shifting until we were lying together on the sofa, he on his back and me pressed against his chest. Then his lips were on mine, devouring me, biting at my lower lip, urging me with his tongue to open my mouth. I relented and his tongue swept in, and I knew he was in control. He knew he was in control. I moaned into his mouth as I felt his hands roam my back, caressing me, stroking my skin, running his finger down my spine. I shivered at his touch as he gently began to kiss my neck. I felt him suck harder for a moment and knew he was marking me. I reveled in that, eagerly tilting my head to give him even better access.