His hips buck into my touch before he can stop himself. “God help me,” he mutters, and then he’s kissing me again, hungrier, one hand shoving under my tank top to palm my breast rough, thumb flicking my nipple until I’m whining into his mouth.

“Fuck,” he groans against my lips. “You have any idea how many times I’ve jerked off thinking about these tits?”

“Show me,” I pant, grabbing his wrist and shoving his hand lower, under my shorts. “Feel how wet I am for you.”

His fingers slide through my slit and he actually growls when he feels how drenched I am. Two fingers push inside me without...