As his mouth met hers, Lana’s first thought was she had never been kissed like this before.  Ever.  And she responded in kind, leaving no area in his mouth untouched by her tongue.  He tasted like scotch, and in that moment Lana decided it was her new favorite taste.<br/><br/>When he pulled away, Lana pouted, her once glossy lips now a mess.  All signs of gloss gone, they were now the least bit swollen, wearing a shade of red that can only be created by a heated kiss.  Her eyes matched his, fevered and wanting.  She didn’t give a second thought to his command, in that moment she would have done anything he ordered.<br/><br/>Steve’s hands on her legs burned a trail of fire that led right to her pussy.  Her ass now on the desk, she reached for the bottom of her skirt, slowly pulling it up, her eyes connected with his.  Watching him undress had to be the sexiest thing she’d ever seen.  Reaching the desk with her hands, she leaned from side to side, pulling her skirt the remaining few inches up to her waist, revealing the black lace thong she had just purchased a few days earlier.<br/><br/>She realized she must make quite a sight, and she didn’t care.  As long as his lips and tongue kept working their magic on her neck, that is.  Her hands were all over his upper body, reveling in the feel of him beneath her fingers.  Her legs wrapped around his waist, she could feel his cock through his pants, feel exactly how much he wanted her.<br/><br/>Lana decided she liked that feeling very, very much.<br/><br/><br/>