Lita closed the gap and sighed as her mouth met his parted lips. The taste of smoke tangled with their tongues as he immediately responded to her kiss. She had initiated it, but Diarmid took control easily as he shoved his long fingers into her hair and held her head in place as he slipped his mouth side to side over hers. Full, plush, and warm, his lips pressed against hers hungrily. His tongue lathed her lips, and his teeth nipped her as he kissed her far better than he had the night before.
She was falling backwards against her headboard from the weight of his torso pushing against her and she gripped his shoulders tightly, unwilling for their kiss to end. His hand slipped under her t-shirt and his thumb stroked her pebble hard n****e. She moaned when his head lowered and sucked on her
