That little angel was long gone, though I still couldn’t imagine going back on my word. The seductive little demoness in front of me, though, was making me imagine some things my brain found just as unthinkable.
“I told you I wanted to have fun,” she said, her hands cupping and squeezing her breasts through her top; even in the dim light I could see her nipples pressed in hard outlines against the thin fabric. “I still want to have fun, Alex.” She pursed her lips, rubbing her thumbs over her nipples, as if there were any way they could grow harder. “And you got up and came all the way down stairs, like a knight coming to rescue his princess. Surely you deserve a reward for that.”
She stepped closer and I could not step away, even though I knew I should. Step back, send her to bed, let her sleep it off and be suitably hungover and embarrassed in the morning. That would be the right thing to do, but somehow I didn’t move when she came closer, letting her big, beautiful tits go so her hands could fumble with the button of my jeans.
“A kiss for you, Sir Knight?”