Hia's mouth was a searing heat....demanding and possessive, chasing away the last vestiges of my previous, shameful climax.
This kiss wasn't a question; it was an answer...a declaration that I was his to teach, his to take apart, and his to put back together. I felt the powerful, possessive weight of his body on mine, the hard, unyielding pressure of his chest, and the undeniable ridge of his erection, still straining against his jeans.
My body was humming, still sensitized and trembling from the first sudden release, and this new assault....the taste of him, the sheer physical force, was too much to fight.
My hands, which had been weakly pushing against his shoulders, clenched into fists, then, humiliatingly, relaxed and tentatively crept up to tangle in the hair at the back of his n
