Her lips were soft beneath his, pliant and yielding. Libby was the type of woman who gave herself up to passion, who allowed herself to be swept along with it. She didn’t seem to fight for control, but allowed him to lead. That was exciting enough in and of itself. When her lips parted, he tasted her, sliding his tongue between her lips, allowing it to glide sensually against hers, before retreating to nip at her full bottom lip. It was a never ending kiss. He continued to explore her mouth, tasting, mapping, learning every curve and recess, listening to the sound of her ragged breathing, knowing that it matched his own. Every soft sigh of pleasure, every hum, and every moan told him what he needed to know. The way a woman liked to be kissed, was also the way a woman liked to be fucked. Libby Jones liked to be dominated but with a gentle touch. Lifting her from his lap, he laid her back on the floor and came down on top of her, his cock nestling into the v of her thighs.
