My pussy was dripping now, my shorts soaked through, the wetness cooling against my hot skin. 

  

  I traced my fingers down his abs, feeling the ridges, the heat of his body making my palms sweat. 

  

  He watched me with those dark eyes, his chest rising and falling fast, his breath coming in heavy pants.

  

   I leaned in, licking a line up his chest, tasting the salt of his sweat, and he groaned, his hands tangling in my hair.

  

  “Fuck, Sasha,” he growled, his hands sliding under my tank top, pushing it up to expose my tits.

  

   My nipples were hard, aching points, dark and swollen, and when his thumbs brushed...