The flirting had been on her mind a lot. In fact, every time Deeta had chatted with Peter she had felt the need to be alert because of how fast and charismatic that he was. Okay, silly at times too. Either way, she'd never regret moving in for a deeper kiss. Deeta had never wanted to make a slave do something he didn't want to, especially sexually. She was attracted to him and there was proof that Peter was physically attracted to her.
He was hard where a man needed to be hard. And soft nowhere. Deeta arched herself against him and curled into his arms like they were meant to fit. She was melting into his lips and felt her backside warm up. While Peter's skin was chilly to the touch, their bodies pressing together quickly turned up the heat. Deeta felt a heavy bulge pressing into her and it needed attention. She reached her arms around him and pulled her body tight against him while she rolled her hips beneath his hand and into him. She tilted her chin, feeling Peter's lips from a different angle and tongue inside her. She sucked at his bottom lip. Clearly she was much shorter than him, but tip toeing for those lips were not a problem.
So many ideas rushed through her mind. From tasting his cock to taking him from behind and dressing in a sexy maid's apron. Her finger tips pulled down Peter's back grazing but not hurting. "Do you want to go inside?" she offered, glancing up through slitted eyes. She was not patient right now, but it was the least she could do since they were outside on wet grass. "We could go warm up," Deeta added arching an eyebrow.