He paused, a bit surprised I think. "Ahead of myself? No, I don't think so."

I felt the air currents as he bent closer, and then, without warning, his lips just barely brushed mine. That ethereal kiss was followed closely by one much more solid...a lick of his tongue tip along the edge of my lower lip, then the full soft pressure of his mouth on mine. Only our mouths touched. He held himself back so that not even his shirt brushed me. When he pressed my lips open I gave in without so much as a whimper. Why? I have no idea. It was not so much the "how" of it, but rather that it was so...so...personal? He kissed as if the world outside no longer existed, the bet we'd made no longer existed. His entire concentration was on his one action. This kiss.

He stepped closer and that was my undoing. Where I had been held up by my own bonds, now I was nearly crushed against him, feeling the heat of his skin through his clothing as his strong arms held me tight to his chest. Those same slightly calloused hands ran down the length of my body, stroking, playing me like an instrument of flesh while his lips devoured mine. I wanted more. The urge to feel his bare skin against mine overwhelmed me. I whimpered into our kiss and a shiver of pleasure flickered through me when I heard his own moan in response to me pressing against him, squirming unconsciously...wanting more.