Games in Politics.

Part 46.

“Release my hands, please”. Her pleaded whisper was pressed against his ears. He didn’t respond with words. His hand moved faster than a blink of an eye. It joined his other hand on her naked skin as his explored her exposed torso. Halina’s hands smacked down to the solid muscles of his back and ripped into the black material of his shirt. His mouth licked and kissed down to the curve of her left breast. A mix of a gasp and moan shot through her body and her arms pulled his shirt up to his shoulders.

His soft seductive chuckle melted her to the core. Galahad slipped his head through his shirt and returned to kissing her while quickly removing his arms from his shirt. His hands brushed over her skin again. His hands slid around to her back and unclipped her bra. It hung loose over her chest. He lifted it away from her breasts and sucked her right nipple into his mouth. Her eyes closed and her head fell back. A moan slipped through her lips. She had hooked a couple of her fingers into the waistline of his trousers. He had teased the tips of his fingers at the inside dip of his hips.

A knock at the door startled them both still.