wrap my legs around his calves to flip us yet again. He releases a surprised grunt when he collides with the earth. “Fuck,” he barks out, glaring at me. My hands are on either side of his head, my face inches from his as I stare down at him. His eyes are glazed and lips swollen from my kisses. He’s so blissed out with need. And God… I like it. I kiss him again and he moans, hands wrapping around me, pulling me closer. We’re rutting, groaning messes, rolling around
