She tasted of tea, warm and earthy, and real. Her lips moved over mine, gentle at first, then pressing more firmly, her tongue dancing along the seam of my mouth before darting inside, shocking me with her boldness.
It was that shock that snapped me out of my frozen state. With a groan, I reached for her, grasping her hips and pulling her against me roughly. Daphne moaned as our bodies collided, her pert little breasts pressing against my chest as her arms circled my neck, locking us together.
In another surprising move, Daphne lifted one knee, never breaking our kiss as she straddled my lap. Running my hands across her ass and up her back, I curled my fingers over her shoulders, tugging her down to me, forcing her body against my straining cock, and her groan let me know she was more than aware of the effect she was having on me.
“Silas,” she whispered, the fingers of one hand tangled in the hair at the back of my head as she ground against me. “Silas, yes.”
“Fuck.”
I could feel the heat of her, even through our clothes, and as we continued to kiss, I knew that there would be no coming back from this. How could I ever be expected to give her up?
“Please.” The word was so soft, it barely reached my ears, and I pulled back slightly, making sure she was alright, that she was still as into this as I was.
As much as it’d kill me, I’d stop if she asked me to.
But when she looked at me, her green eyes wide and wild, what she said was, “Please, don’t stop.”
And I didn’t plan to.