The Sex Slave (Part 4)

She reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck, drew his head toward her and began to kiss him. He obliged by wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her towards him, fitting her body firmly against his.

He moaned against her lips as she kissed him using all her knowledge and power to do so. He opened his lips as her tongue sought his mouth. She found his tongue ready to dance with hers in a mating ritual that was so sweet and full of pleasure.

He cupped her bottom with his hands, drawing her to him again. She felt his erection pressing against her and knew that he did still want her. "Was it me who hurt you?" he looked into her eyes as he spoke.

"No," she whispered. "Tonight, all you've done is give me pleasure."

Hearing her confess that turned him on even more. He moved his mouth across her throat and down, past her shoulders to the revealed skin of her breasts. Pushing the shirt away, he held the silken weight of her breasts in his hands. He he