I wrap my free hand around the back of his neck and drag his mouth back to mine. This kiss isn’t soft and sweet like the first one. It’s fraught with lust and need. We keep kissing and touching. My hand moving over his cock in time with the pump and curl of his finger inside me. He adds a second, stretching me, filling me. We moan and pant, shift and grip and caress. I break the kiss long enough to say, “One more finger, please.” “You’re so tight, though. You’re sure?”
