He used one large hand to expertly position her head at just the right angle for the most powerful impact. Tally almost sobbed with anticipation. His tongue explored the inside of her mouth, and she engaged it in a war for supremecy. She needed him to match her own hunger. Instead, he was taking his own sweet time, and in the process, torturing her.
Slow-oh, so slow. Nothing she did seemed to rush him. Her tongue challenged his to combat. She felt his laughter as a deep vibration against her chest. She clamped her arms more tightly around his neck. Using both hands, she positioned his head where she wanted him. But Michael realigned their bodies to his own liking.
Tally almost shot out of her already too tight skin. God. The man knew how to kiss.
*One of the more tame scenes I was able to find, the rest would have steamed up the screen far too much ;)