Linda continued to kiss him, her tongue pushing past his lips to find his tongue. Her hands moved so her elbows rested either side of his head making the space between there upper bodies non-existent. As she kissed him she lost herself in it, and her body was taking over. Her desires were doing what they wanted, and hormones were raging. His hands on her bare thighs only invited her to roll her hips more, and a little harder. Her body was reacting; she knew it and she could feel it. As she continued to rock her hips against his she had to stop kissing him to utter a low moan of a sound, her lips barely away from his. Linda realized how long it had been since she had done anything of the sort and how much she in fact she wanted to ravage the poor boy. Linda wasn’t going to do that, for fear of scaring the shit out of him or him dying from a heart attack.
Was it cruel to hope she got a rise out of Neville? She would deal with it; she wanted to expose him to it all. Still the whole thing was affecting her and making her feel warm. It was like a completely new experience.
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