I leaned into you, my mouth meeting your’s for a slow kiss. Your hands tangle in my hair and you tilt my head for a longer and deeper kiss. Your tongue pushes past my lips and I feel my body tighten.
Your teeth bite my lip. I moan and wrap an arm around your neck, and you pull away with a smile.
“Don’t be so smug,” I mutter, hand stroking along your neck.
Your hands reach around and mold my ass, squeezing and massaging as I luxuriate in your touch.
Your teeth nibble on my ear, “Too late,” you smirk, “I am smug.”
I lean back and look at you, then put my hand on your throat and push backwards. Your eyes widen, then darken and you tilt your head back so I can stretch my hand a little more and put pressure against your throat.
I feel powerful. I slowly rise to my knees, then straddle you on the couch, my hand pushing your head back so you have to shift and lay down. I push and your breath comes in pants.