Christopher pulled her onto his lap the way he had thought he would. His kisses were filled with a growing sense of passion and desire.
They had started with gentle pecks on the lips, but soon their kisses became more intense and urgent. Their lips and tongues moved in perfect sync, exploring every inch of each other's mouths with a hunger that could not be sated.
As they continued to kiss, they could feel the heat building between them. They were completely absorbed in each other, unable to think of anything but the sensation of their bodies pressed together.
Christopher's hands roamed over Abigail's body, tracing the curves of her hips and the softness of her breasts. He could feel her responding to his touch, her body arching toward him with every caress.
