
Jason turned his big body so that he was facing Tzara squarely. He studied her for a moment, and then asked, "Is it ok if I kiss you?"
Tzara's voice was lost and she couldn't seem to swallow the lump in her throat.
What are you waiting for Tzara Johnson? MOVE! Her mind screamed.
She leaned in slowly and Jason rose up on his knees to meet her.
The kiss was tentative at first, starting off as a soft meeting of the lips as they gently pressed and fluttered against each other. Jason tipped her head back with is large, calloused hand and deepened the pressure. When Tzara opened her mouth slightly to draw a breath Jason slipped his tongue in and mated with hers.
The passion was so intense that her heart raced with excitement and her body quivered. When Jason pulled back, it was all she could do not to lean forward, even though she desperately wanted to stay in contact with his body.
"I don't want to move too fast for you Tzara, but I won't make a secret of the fact that you turn me on."
Tzara's heart leaped and her pussy hummed. She had hoped that the night would turn out like this. Leaning closer, she kissing him, pouring as much passion as she could in to the act. Tasting the wine on his breath, she sighed her pleasure into his mouth. When his tongue began to battle with hers, she became intoxicated.