“Feel how bad I need you?” “Yes. Jesus,” I pant, finding her clit with my middle and index finger, rubbing it in firm circles, gratified when she has to cling to my T-shirt in response, her mouth open and whimpering on my shoulder. “We don’t have long. We have to be quiet.” “I know.” Her exhale is bumpy. “But I can’t wait.” “Fuck, baby. Neither can I.” I unzip my jeans, pushing them, along with my briefs down to my ankles where they rest on my boots.
