“That’s it,” I whisper against her lips. We’ve stopped kissing and are just pressed together, open-mouthed and chasing pleasure. “Fuck,” she groans. I bite her lower lip, tugging until she kisses me again. Harder. I’ve never been this turned on just by touching someone. Her hand is still on me, rubbing through my shorts. But that takes a backseat when she suddenly arches her back. Her muscles tighten around my fingers. Her orgasm face is something I won’t be forgetting anytime soon.
