Zafron closed the distance between them, his hands cupping her face as he leaned in for a slow, gentle kiss. Mara's breath hitched as she felt his lips on hers, his tongue exploring her mouth with a hunger that mirrored her own.
She wrapped her arms around him, pulling him closer, her fingers tracing the muscles of his back through his shirt. Zafron's hands roamed over her body, squeezing her waist, her hips, before settling on her breasts. He teased her nipples through the fabric of her dress, making her gasp with pleasure.
Mara's hands found their way to Zafron's trousers, her fingers fumbling with the buttons as she released his hard cock. She stroked him slowly, her thumb brushing over the tip of his shaft. Zafron moaned, his head falling back as she worked him.
"Mara, god, you feel so good," he muttered, his hands gripping her hips.