A little makeout sesh

Ready to move things forward, I stopped grinding against her and pushed her out of my lap. Nessa seemed to momentarily relax, as if thinking I was done with her. She was quickly disabused of that notion.

"Straddle me. I want to taste you," I ordered.

Again, she blanched. "That's not- I didn't- I won't," she stammered.

In response, I reached out and grabbed her wrist aggressively. I made a massive show of mouthing the word "I-"

Her panic was as arousing as ever. Before I could even pretend to start the second word, she had clambered onto my lap, placed her slim body against mine, and shoved her lips onto my mouth. I took the liberty of shoving my tongue through her defenses. I tasted mint and perhaps some kind of tropical fruit.

She whimpered but didn't pull away.