She didn't see it coming

"Take off those fucking glasses," I demanded. My voice softened as I continued, "I want to see your pretty face."

She released her death grip on her thighs with both hands and gingerly took her glasses from her face. She brought her hands back down and looked into my eyes. Her expression was of fear and apprehension, punctuated with a little glisten of tears over her hazel eyes. The mix of her eyes and those thick, full lips made my dick harder.

I gave her my best disarming smile as I said, "My god you are gorgeous. I had no idea that you were this close to perfect."

She cracked a false smile and weakly said, "Thank you."

"Kiss me with those beautiful lips," I encouraged.

She sat frozen still but with a little nudge from my hand on her neck she leaned in and touched her lips to mine. It was a dry kiss, her nervousness had seen to that. So I parted my lips slightly and took her bottom lip between mine. I kissed it and wetted in with my tongue. She involuntarily licked her lips after that. She didn't want dry kisses, not even in a situation like this. I kissed her more firmly. She parted her lips to my invading tongue and for a split second it seemed that she leaned into the kiss more than what I pushed her.

I brought my gun up to the side of her face and gently cupped her cheek with a mix of the heel of my hand and the grip of the pistol. She kissed me harder. She timidly probed into my mouth with her own tongue, licking my lips. I sucked her bottom lip into my mouth and gently bit down on it. I swear she used a car driving by behind us as cover for a moan that vibrated in her throat.

I broke our kiss and pulled her face away from mine by the nape of her neck. "Lift your shirt," I commanded.

She obeyed and grabbed her tank top by the bottom hem. She slowly slid it up her body, revealing the playground that I would be enjoying. Her stomach was flat, with rounded hints of a six-pack of abs.