Page 29 of Satisfying the King

She pulled me tight to her body and kissed me back. “I love you, Giselle,” she said against my lips. “And you can tell me anything. I hope you know that.”

I nodded and said, “I know.”

As I was talking, Eve licked her lips.

And her tongue grazed my lower lip.

And it felt good.

By the way her breathing quickened, I could tell she liked it, too.

One second later—her lips were on mine again.

Only this time, our mouths were open.

Her tongue touched mine and I felt a bolt of fire shoot straight between my legs. We kissed like that—softly, but intensely—for a long while.

I couldn’t remember whose hand touched whose breast first—but it happened.

And that felt good, too.

Very good.

Eve’s fingers curled around the top of my halter dress—and slowly, torturously—pulled it down. And then my breasts were—there.

And so were her lips.

And her tongue.

Licking my nipple and sucking it into her mouth. I shivered and laid back on the couch as she played with my breasts.

My hands wandered to her shoulders, and I untied the straps of her sundress.

And pulled.

Until her breasts fell out, too.

“Mmm,” she said against my breast as she sucked on me. My fingers found her hard nipples and I played with them. And teased them.

She let go of my nipple and kissed me on the lips again.

This time, our naked breasts touched.

And that felt freaking wonderful.

She touched me.

And I touched her.

It felt like we were both in some kind of fiery state—and didn’t know what to do next.

When Eve’s hand touched my bare thigh—and slid under my dress—I gasped into her mouth.

But I didn’t stop her.

Nope.

Her hand slid between my legs, and her fingers touched my sopping wet panties.

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