My little moral panic was cast aside the moment Kay's hand began playing along the line of my waistband. His lithe fingers deftly reached under it, stimulating me and making me shiver. He grabbed the back of my chair and pushed it back so he could push in front of me.
My head tilted back, my neck straining as he kissed me over and over from up above. Eventually I pulled away gasping.
"Breathe through your nose," Kay teased, echoing the advice I'd given him during out first encounter.
I laughed a breathy laugh closer to a simple exhale then rose to my feet. Kay's hand twined around my waist. He pulled me close, pressing our pelvises together. I could feel him, already achingly hard, against my thigh. He could probably feel me too.
My foot blindly felt around behind me as I started taking steps towards the bed. Kay followed me, never allowing even a centimeter of space between us. When the back of my legs hit the bed I sat down and he followed shortly after.
