Taste of the forbidden

Heat bloomed in her belly and she knew she was making a mistake and yet, she couldn’t pull back. He stroked up her waist, lightly over the side of her breast and she moaned.

His lips were just inches away and her hunger startled her and shook her to her bones. What would they feel like on hers? What would he taste like?

His fingers cascaded into her hair and he leaned her back, slowly closing the distance between them. Her spine arched invitingly and she felt the brush of his rigid cock. A moan parted her lips again and she rolled her hips experimentally, causing his breath to explode from his lungs in one rush. Her fingers dug into his shoulders even as she shook her head.

“We must stop.” She whispered.

“No.” He growled, his voice so deep it was barely over a grumble. “Need you.”

Gooseflesh broke out all over her skin and those muttered words broke a dam she had been holding closed with the force of her might.

She went on her toes, needing to taste him as she pressed her lips to