Ziggy sat up and kissed her hard, pulling her onto his lap. "You're gonna make me cum."
Fara straddled him, her smirk widening. "That's the idea." She leaned down, nipping at his earlobe, her teeth grazing the sensitive skin. "But we're not finished yet."
She shifted, settling more firmly against him, the intimate contact sending a jolt of electricity through Ziggy. Her hips began to move in a slow, deliberate grind, and he groaned, his hands gripping her hips, urging her closer.
"You're playing a dangerous game, Fara," he rasped, his voice thick with desire.
"I know," she whispered, her breath hot against his skin as she leaned in, her lips brushing against his. She reached down, guiding his already hard length to the entrance of her body. She began to move against him, slowly at first, teasing him with the friction, then with increasing intensity, each stroke sending waves of pleasure through them both.
