Chapter Six
She responds by pulling on my tie, and lifting her mouth to meet mine. “Kiss me,” she growls, but in her, it’s more like a kitten purring. A chain reaction ignites the second our lips meet. I feel it starting in my head and dominoing through my neck and straight to my balls. I grind my c**k into her at the same time my tongue breaches her mouth. I taste the faint remnants of the wine she drank, redolent with oak and fruit, combined with a sweetness that reminds me of strawberries in May, and the tang of arousal. With a groan, I deepen the kiss, wanting to taste more. I never want to taste wine again, unless it’s on her tongue. Her hands come to my shoulders and she presses back against my c**k, grinding in a way that brings filthy visions of pole dancing into my head.
I hitch
