Finally, he pulled back, lips shiny with me, and crawled up my body. His mouth found mine in a deep, claiming kiss, and I tasted myself on his tongue... salty-sweet, mingled with him.
We made out like that, slow and filthy, his hands pulling me closer. He completely peeled off the half-down shorts that restricted my movement, until my legs wrapped around his waist, locking him in.
My hands roamed, sliding down his chest, over the ridges of his abs, until I reached the band of his sweatpants. I tugged at it impatiently, digging inside to wrap my fingers around his hard cock.
He was throbbing, hot and thick in my palm, and I stroked him slowly, base to tip, feeling him twitch under my touch. A moan rumbled from his chest into my mouth, deep and needy, making my core clench all over again.
I freed him fully, pushing the waistband down just enough, and marveled at the sight, veins pulsing along his length, the head flushed and smeared with precum.
