This time Jate’s lips found Kit’s, and as his warm mouth began to explore, she spread her legs further apart so that only the thin fabric of their clothing separated them. His tongue probed a bit too roughly, quicker than she would’ve liked, so she did her best to show him how to slow down, and soon their kisses became longer, more passionate, and Kit found herself moaning. Her hands ran down the length of his muscular chest, and she began to rock back and forth against him as his hands kneaded her bottom through her clothing, which she realized was in the way.
She pulled away from him, intending to remove her chemise, but his lips found her neck, leaving a trail of pecks and nips up and down, and his teeth tugged at her earlobe, “Oh, Jate, yes,” she said. “That feels so good.”
