Starved Beast. Part 14

I touched Christine's ass and her breasts. I caressed her buttocks and I kissed her lips, and although she mumbled something and screamed and banged at my chest, she didn't manage to stop me.

I'm that she'd have been disappointed if she had because we were two parts of a single thought now. We were sharing the same slither of blue sky and the same six feet of earth as my tongue probed against her mouth, forcibly conquering her will.

"It's a miracle," I added, bending her backwards and kissing her neck, at which I heard a noise from deep inside her chest and suddenly she was no longer fighting me. Instead, there was a gasp of surrender and she was unashamedly grinding her hips against my groin. There were tears in my heart as I kissed the hollow of her neck, for I could taste the soap that she'd used that morning, just as I could smell the sandalwood in her hair.

"You're forcing me," she muttered, her strong back arching into me and her pelvic thrusts becoming str