Zach’s breathing has become harsh as he keeps going. His hand travels down, rough and enticing, and slides inside my panties. The moment he touches my drenched core my legs go taut and my heels leave the floor. I’m standing on my tiptoes, hardly able to balance myself. He moves toward me and our bodies meet, me naked and exposed and him still wearing his t-shirt and jeans, burning me with their friction. Sliding his arm around my waist, he helps me maintain my balance as his other hand cups my entire pussy. “Zach.” I moan his name and he squeezes it like it’s an object.
