“Let me touch you,” she breathes, wrestling against my hold on her hands, and as soon as I let go, she cups my face and pulls me down, bruising my lips with demanding kisses. I rest the weight of my body on one elbow, holding onto her ass, driving into her harder and deeper when her walls tighten around me. I never cared if the woman in my bed reached her high, but I want Thalia to come. I need her to come.
