I grasped the back of her head tightly and tilted it back with a rough jerk of my wrist. Her mouth fell open in a moan and before she could resist, my lips were upon hers, claiming them with a violent need that enveloped us both. I felt her hands glide over my curves, coming around to my front to massage my breasts as my tongue invaded her mouth, dancing across the inside, tasting the passion upon her own palate. She gave a light squeeze as a mew escaped her. I broke the kiss, both of us coming up for a quick gasp of air before I plunged us down again.
Without hesitation, I had her laid out in my bed, her white skin a stark contrast to the deep green of my comforter. Her tongue flicked out to wet her painted lavender lips and her black nails clawed at my tank top. Gladly I whipped it off and tossed it across the room, straddling her with ease as my bare breasts swayed and my nipples came to a rosy budding. She purred softly, reaching up to rub her thumbs over the perfect points. I jolted slightly at the contact but my hips began rotating in approval.