"Like what?" Talyssa asked breathlessly, too late realizing what she had done. "Oh... I'm sorry..."
But the allure of kissing was too much to resist. She could wait, try to explain what had happened, try to apologize further... or she could dive back in for more kissing. She opted for the latter.
Bolder now, her tongue tangled with Cheyenne's, moving purely on instinct as she sought what felt best. And if she had been able to be honest, to be critical about the experience? The fact that Cheyenne was almost manhandling her, shoving her and groping at her, made things even better. There was a hand on her breast, and hips grinding just where pressure was beginning to build, all at once reliving it slightly and escalating it achingly...
"I'm sorry," she whimpered again. "Just... just please don't stop..."