Chapter 51

"Now is the wrong time to be asking that." I flashed her a reassuring smile.

"If you don't..." Her voice trailed off, as if she didn't want to contemplate the possibility I might back out now. Her mask of certainly slipped for a fraction of a second, her vulnerability slipping through. Then it was back in place. "If you don't ... you need to leave right now ... Otherwise I'm going to rape you..."

In response, I pulled her to me. For just a second it was my turn to be in control. I forced my tongue into her waiting mouth. I kissed her hard. My hands went to the back of her neck. When she tried to pull away, I grabbed a handful of her hair and would not let her up.

All of the desire that was built up inside me, all of the passion, I channeled it into that one kiss.

It was wet. It was sloppy. It was rough. It was glorious. It seemed to go on forever.

She was tentative at first, but soon gave in. My hands went to the back of her dress. This time, she didn't resist as I pulled the zipper down. Nor did she stop me when my hands popped open the clasp on her bra.

I pushed her back, and reached for the hem of her sundress. We broke our kiss only for a second as I lifted it over her head, then flung it across the room.

Once again, I pulled her to me. Our bare bodies pressed together for the first time. Our tongues dueled. I never wanted her lips to leave mine again.

Her hands dug at my panties, pushing them down. I did the same to her.

Laying back on the bed, I pulled her on top of me. Her magnificent breasts were mashed against mine. My hands reached around and cupped her firm, round ass.

My legs were spread and she started to slowly grind her pussy against me. The space between my legs was slick and moist. My sex burned with desire.

Our lips never parted. Her hands were on my face as she continued to kiss me.

I whimpered in frustration as she rolled to the side. I tried to wrap my legs around her, but she was stronger than me.

Her kisses were softer now. She worked her way across my cheeks. My hands were on her body. I cupped her breast, getting my first feel of another woman. They were firm, yet coated in soft skin.

It was her turn to moan as I squeezed them gently.

McKayla left a wet trail of kisses down my neck to my shoulder. Her hands roamed my body, working their way lower. From my arms to my breasts. From my breasts to my belly. From my belly...