He stalks forward and pulls me toward him, capturing my lips in a kiss that causes me to melt against him. His lips are firm and plush, and when his tongue slips inside my mouth, all of my doubt and hesitation, all of my worries disappear to where the only thing I can feel is Reed. I feel how hard he is pressed against me, and my hands travel down his chest to the knotted towel at his waist. I brush my hand against his cock, and he hisses loudly in response. “Fuck, Holland.”
