It was a kiss that she initiated.
Just a pressing of the lips at first, a melding of two mouths without the use of teeth or tongue. The sweet, swift move caught him off guard. With his eyes closed, nose digging into her cheek, and hands like a vice grip around her waist…
His body hummed in a good, good way.
With a tilt of her chin, his bottom lip was in her mouth and he approved with a sound that rumbled from deep within his chest. She moaned as she continued her assault and Maks could begin to feel his knees buckle. He was hanging on for dear life, hoping that whatever he was doing now with his mouth could count as keeping up. He couldn't feel his own lips, but fully aware of the hot torture that hers were capable of. Wet and warm, scraping and sucking, slipping behind his lip and sweeping over his teeth…
Full of strangled moans, he rubbed himself into her belly. Grinding against her to feel the friction against his cock, some relief. He'd been reduced to this.
Mel giggled with him still in her mouth, her breath ghosting over his cheeks, breezing past his lashes, and Maks considered picking up the pace of his hips because she was leaning in just right, just at the perfect angle.
But he held her still instead; catching some much needed air and trying to find the meaning behind the sudden spark in her eyes. This change in actions and mood where he's the one being lead. His body's yearning for her, for entry, is nothing new. The weight and emotion in her kisses is. He must have done something right. Redeemed himself and was rewarded forgiveness. He should have told her a long time ago.
Her cool, slender fingers dipped into the waist of his jeans. "We're stopping?"
The apparent disappointment in her tone and slight pout sent more blood rushing to his groin. She WANTED this. Him. Them. Even if it's just for right now, this moment.
Yes. Oh, yes.
"No."
He tugged his blazer off of his shoulders as she watched, hands still down his waistband. The light white tee was next to go and Mel's tongue darted out and dipped to the corner of her mouth instinctively. Appreciatively.
He waited for her to meet his eyes again, amused.
Grinning with wet, swollen lips that made her chest tickle with pride because it was her doing. All cocky and promising again.
"This time we do it right."
tbc. . .