I leaned down again, kissing him softly at first. His lips moved slowly against mine, like he was savoring every second, but I could feel his hips shifting restlessly beneath me.
My hands slid up to his chest, feeling the warmth through his shirt, and he sighed into my mouth. "Mmm… baby…" His fingers trailed down my back, pressing me closer, grinding me against him ever so slightly.
The friction sent a spark through me. I gasped against his lips, and he smirked. "See? You feel that too…" he whispered.
I kissed him harder, letting my tongue tease his, while our hips began to move together. It was slow at first, the thick press of our erections brushing through the thin fabric of our clothes. A muffled moan slipped from me before I could hold it back.
He groaned in return, low and rough. "Fuck… yes, baby… grind on me."
