Krem was more than happy to kiss Adaline. She was sweet, a little tart, from the cake, and just a bit acidic from the wine. It was a lovely combination on her tongue, and he was more than happy to chase the taste of it into her mouth with his own. His fingers kept gently rubbing and kneading at her ass, slow for now, but with growing intensity.

Finally, he couldn't take it. He pulled away from the kiss briefly--long enough only to move his wine glass and plate--and then moved her bodily so that she was pressed belly down on the table, her backside to him. He leaned in and gave one cheek a quick bite.