The kiss was a battlefield, a collision of teeth and tongues that left Maya feeling like her brain was melting into something hot and viscous. Inside her own mind, a frantic, panicked voice was screaming, a desperate attempt to maintain some shred of dignity.
'What the fuck am I doing?' she screamed internally. 'This is insane...'
'This is wrong... Stop it, Maya, stop this right now!'
"Mike... mmph... stop... let go..." she managed to whimper between kisses, her words muffled against his mouth, utterly devoid of conviction. Her body was betraying every syllable.
While her mouth begged for release, her hips were grinding instinctively against the hard ridge of his cock through his trousers, seeking more of the friction that was making her vision blur.
Mike didn't listen; he never did, and he didn't need to. He could feel the way her hands had shifted from pushing him away to gripping his shoulders with bruising intensity.
He knew she was lost.
