Cassius had expected Aisha to pull back, her flustered nature and easy embarrassment making him brace for a shy retreat or a plea to pause, especially since intimacy seemed to overwhelm her so easily.
But her fervor stunned him, her passion unrelenting as they'd kissed for what felt like hours, their lips locked in a heated dance, their tongues swirling in a sweet, intoxicating exchange that tasted of raw desire.
She wasn't just receiving his affection, she was the one clinging to him, her arms wrapped around his neck like a monkey clutching a tree, her small breasts pressing against his chest, her hips grinding against his abdomen with a cat, like intensity that sparked a smile across his face, his heart racing with amusement and delight as he held her tightly, returning her kisses with equal fervor, savoring the clumsy yet eager movements of her tongue.
