He claimed Sumire's lips again, taking possession of her; he drank her in. His hand crawled down on her chest and before she realized it the blanket that cover her nakedness was gone. His fingers toyed with her nipples and they grew harder, tauter under his touch.
Sumire's breathing sped up, excited. Her body reacted to his touch, yet she was also frightened. They continued to kiss with passion, with urgency and desire. She found herself caught up, lost in his overwhelming need and fervor.
Mort kissed her deeply, kissed her cheeks, her jaw down, and planted hickeys on her neck. She squirmed and felt his sexy chuckle against her skin. He continued to bestow attention to that spot on her throat and Sumire thought she explodes from that alone.
