He leaned in and nipped at her lower lip before kissing it gently, then harder, while his hand kneaded her ass roughly through the fabric of her pants. His cock strained against his uniform, aching to be freed and buried deep inside her. Ghost groaned into the kiss as he felt her begin to melt against him, her body going lax in surrender.

With one quick movement, he spun them both around so that she was now straddling him on the couch.

Her protest did nothing to deter him as he reached up and gripped her face roughly, angling it so that their lips met once more in a possessive kiss. His tongue plunged deep into her mouth, wrestling with hers as his free hand found its way beneath her top, cupping her breast through the fabric of her bra.

He growled low in his throat when she arched into the touch, grinding herself against him even harder now. He could feel how wet she was and it only made him want her more.