Merlin, this man was an amazing snogger. And his hands, oh his hands were expert. She kissed his chin, her teeth scraping over it and back to his mouth. It all lead back to his mouth, and she was okay with this because his mouth was delicious, intoxicating. Mm, he was delicious and intoxicating. It wasn't long before she gave him another small moan, her hand traced eagerly down the contours of his torso, her nails raking lightly back upward.
She wanted to reach for his trousers to get them off, to give him her one and only order of wanting to be fucked against a wall, right now. But then his mouth was on her thigh and it took everything she had just not to close her eyes at the sensation.
She'd beg him later, if she had to. Right now, she wanted to find out where his magnificent mouth was going. A hand landed on his bare shoulder, nails digging into the skin just enough to live little crescent moon indentations across. She wanted her mouth there, to bite and lick every inch of him, but right now she was very, very distracted.