Any further protest died the moment Tiamat's sensual lips fused with her own.
He craned her neck further until Tiamat got the angle he wanted, as his tongue gently pried her lips apart.
It seeked the sweet nectar of the insides of her mouth, what he searched for she did not have a clue as his tongue caressed the tip of her own.
She found herself reacting to his sensual taunts as her own tongue gave as good as it got and playfully kissed him back.
Delighted in her response, Tiamat found that he no longer needed to hold her close, as she was an active participant in kissing him.
Now she became the aggressor as Fiona was enjoying the kissing a little too much, she still felt a bit lean with her body perched above his and she climbed up a bit.
She felt more secure and in control as she gave as good as she got by putting her hands around his head and pulling him closer to her body.
