Now the voice in the back of her head, the one that told her she was heading for trouble again began to fade away.  Either that, or Hasha simply ignored it.  As she felt his body pressing against hers, she also felt herself giving in to desire.  She shifted slightly, moving her hips so that she brushed slightly against his manhood, letting him know that<em>she</em>knew what was happening.  She kissed him softly and tenderly, letting him become accustomed to her taste.  Then her kiss became more urgent, more passionate, more relentless, and her hand that rested on his buttocks pressed harder into him, caressing him.<br/><br/>"Mmmmmmm...." She sighed softly, feeling her own desires becoming more inflamed.