Manish felt Georgia relax in his arms, her knees grew weaker, and he held her delicate figure firmly in his muscular arms. Her words were music to his ears, watching her close her eyes and move her face close to his. Their lips met. He pressed his hungry mouth with her soft pink lips and kissed her. It was their first kiss and they were not yet even dating, engaged or married. She smelled of fresh flowers and cream, sexy and feminine.<br/><br/>His tongue was insistent, parting her lips to slide in, exploring her sweet mouth, dancing with her tongue. No words were spoken, with their lips locked. His large hands were first caressing her over the fabric of her sweater. Then as the kiss progressed, he slid his hands under her jumper and pressed the face of his rough palm against the soft pale skin of her tummy, slowly inching up and cupping her breasts over her bra. His breath growing warm, his saliva coating her mouth and mingling with hers.<br/><br/>After a good few minutes he broke the kiss for a few moments and whispered. "So, will you talk to Jackson now and stay for the weekend?" He would wait for her answer while his large rough hands squeezed her breasts under the sweater. It was clear that she would not be marrying his son now, not at least for the next 6 months. She would be marrying him, becoming his bride. His other hand flirted with the clasp of her bra, that held her luscious breasts.