My fingers thread through the thick hair falling over his forehead pulling him back enough so that I can take his lower lip into my own. Suck it hard into submission. “Will,” he moans against my lips and I crash back into him just as his body drops fully on mine. It feels like there’s not one part of our bodies not touching, and yet, I still arch into him. And he presses into me, rutting against my body as if we can meld into one if we just try hard enough. His free hand finds my neck, my face. He cups my stubbled cheek in his palm, fingers digging into the soft spot of scalp behind my ears.
