Kiss her

I shoved my lips against Sophia's kissing her like my life depended on it, which it kinda did. There was a moment of hesitation, of disgust in her posture, before she seemed to accept what was happening. I felt no passion from her even as the strength faded from her limbs and we kissed, no spark of fire or need like when Adams and I fucked. A cold resignation of what was happening, no more, no less.

When I pulled away from her, Sophia was still glaring at me defiantly, "Satisfied, Hebert? Can I get this over with now you fucking pervert?" the disgust in her voice made me bristle with indignation. Also a little fear because she was obviously going to kill me when we were done.

"No, no I am not...slut." I said, trying to assert some authority. This situation was too surreal for me to get into it though, so I focused on action instead.

I grabbed at her, running my hands up her slender frame and grabbing her breasts. They were at least two or three cup sizes larger than mine, and they felt soft in my hands. Sophia scowled at me, but I ignored it. As long as I was doing this, she wasn't trying to kill me; and I'd always been curious about what it felt like to touch real tits. It was nice, and my touch grew more curious.

"Only pair of tits you'll ever feel." she growled.

"Shut up, slut." I ordered.

"Fucking make me." she shot back.

I shoved my lips against hers again, another kiss that she returned with a little more enthusiasm. Through the leather of her suit, I could feel her nipples slowly hardening under my touch; she'd hate to admit it, but she was getting turned on by this. That thought sent a stirring in my loins, my prick starting to rise.

Finally, I released her breasts and ran my hands up to her neck. I undid her cloak and let it fall to the floor, then pulled away from our kiss out of curiosity. She looked more **** without it, smaller and more exposed.

Sophia glared at me and covered her chest with her arms, which sent another twitch through me. I had never seen her like this, the sudden change in dynamic was... exciting. I firmly grabbed both of her wrists and pulled them away from her chest, and kissed her again. My tongue pushed past her lips, exploring her mouth. We both paused when she moaned, a soft almost silent little thing.

Again I pulled away and saw her face flushing, "You're liking this." I noted.

"S-shut the fuck up and finish." she denied.

I nodded and smirked, "Alright, strip for me then."

Her face twisted into shock and disgust, "What!?"

"You heard me, strip for me, slut."