The Sensual Power of Kissing. Nothing turns on a woman more than a solid make-out session. Kissing is like the foreplay to foreplay. But when you’re trying to get past first base, keep the kisses coming. Kisses should not be limited to a woman’s lips. Kissing all the parts of your body is what you need. Kisses up and down your back, inside your thighs, the tips of your fingers: those are the turn-ons that will take the sex up a notch.
Without waiting for permission, the male escort lowered his lips to her astonished ones. Perfect. He plunged his tongue deep into the wet, velvet heat of her mouth, tasting her sweet essence. He knew from that first kiss he could get lost right here, drinking her in.
His cock swelled under a heavy wave of arousal, his veins felt thick with molten lava, fueling his desire. Deepening the kiss, he swept his tongue against hers, coaxing the response he craved. Then Alice was kissing him back, her hands curling on his bare shoulders, her tongue delving into his own mouth. Lowering his hands, he cupped her breasts. Generous, they had easily filled his palms last night and he’d ached all night and day to have those soft globes fill them once again. More than that, he wanted them in his mouth.
Reaching back, the gigolo unhooked her bra, catching the warm weight of her breasts as they sprang free from their confinement. A faint moan of need trembled in her throat, the sound filling him with elation. He kept kissing her, tasting her as he alternated between kneading her breasts and lightly pinching the nipples that thrust hard into his palm. The rough gasp she made spurred him on.
His mouth moved lower, nibbling, leaving a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses along her neck. He drew her bra away just in time for his lips to wrap around one turgid nipple. Her fingers were in his damp hair, her short nails digging into his scalp as she pressed him closer. Shifting to take her other breast into his mouth, he teased her first with a long lick, then he parted his lips to draw her in, sucking strongly, elevating her arousal with the flick of his tongue, the rough glide of his teeth.
When she was shaking, he widened his stance, lowering himself so he could explore the soft curve of her belly. He dipped his tongue into her naval. Drawing in a deep breath, he scented everything Alice. Her feminine arousal was a siren’s call, making the blood pound in his cock. A pang of hunger so sharp and brutal he could barely think straight.
Her face flushed, her heaving chest causing her breasts to bounce enticingly. When she pushed on his chest he nearly roared out in angry frustration, but it was only to move him back a fraction so she could inch to the edge of the step. He nearly fell to his knees in relief.
Cupping her face, he kissed her, pouring out all he had into each brush of their tongues. One hand circled to the back of her head, the other her waist, as he leaned over her, urging her to lay back on his shirt. He never took his lips from hers as he stretched one hand out blindly, seeking her own shirt. When his fingers closed over the material, he bunched it under her head, protecting that part of her body from the hard, wide stone step.
And while he worried about her back, she made no protest, no whimper of pain, and he silently promised her that next time he would lay her out over a thick, soft mattress.
He actually trembled as he took another slow journey down the length of her body, amazed by the smooth texture of her skin and the toned muscles that flexed under his hand, his lips. Catching her thighs in his hands, he spread them further apart and settled his mouth against the soaked cotton of her panties.
The gentleman glided his teeth gently over the swollen flesh of her pussy, glorying in the way she arched her hips, the startled cry of pleasure that filled the air. He could taste her through the damp material. Taste her and crave more.
With an impatient growl, he snapped the sides with one sharp claw, thankful that cat shifters weren’t like wolf shifters and could manipulate partial changes. For a short period of time at least, and usually reserved only in the case of an emergency.
To James, getting his mouth on Alice’s cream constituted an emergency. Of epic proportions.
His mouth clamped over her, his tongue diving in deep into her wet core. Not the gentle lapping of a kitten or the tender coaxing of a tentative lover. No, James was all fierce, primitive male, licking at her with long rasping strokes, giving pleasure as he luxuriated in her response. He wanted to roll around in her scent, crawl inside and let her surround him. As her feminine essence slid down his throat he felt his gums begin to burn. A warning that his fangs were about to descend without his permission, a harsh reminder that Alice was his mate, and the cat jumping and clawing at the cage of James’s control wanted her as much as the man.
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Nice to kissing you. James