Reg fought with his desire to kiss her again. To feel her sweet, responsive mouth opening against his that he might taste her. "I'll give you a slippery tongue," he murmured, losing the battle with reason-and his body. He kissed her. The result was even more electric than the first time he'd embraced her.
She instantly melted in his arms, her pliant body molding to his. He rubbed his hands up and down her back, the thin fabric of her outfit frustrating him, for he wished to touch her skin. Her mouth parted eagerly under his, and her tongue boldly ventured to find his. He groaned, her caresses enflaming him. His c**k throbbed painfully, begging for relief. He walked her backwards until she came up against the wall. Using it as a brace, he lifted her high enough for him to press his turgid
