This time, I kiss her deeply. I stretch my tongue farther into her mouth, and she matches the depth. Our colliding mouths send a rippling sensation up the backs of my legs that forces me to move my hips. “I’m . . . I’m sorry,” I say against her mouth. “I need release.” “Me too,” she says as she shifts her pelvis. “Fuck, Ophelia, don’t move.” I pin my hand against her hip. “You’ll make me come.”
