JASON
She climbed into my lap. Her legs straddled my hips, arms looped around my neck, chest pressed to mine through two thin layers of fabric that might as well have been gasoline.
My hands locked on her thighs then her waist. I kissed her again, this time open-mouthed and hungry, tongue sliding against hers, lips parting wider, her teeth catching my lower lip like she wanted to keep it.
My c**k pressed hard against her through my boxers. She gasped into my mouth when I ground against her, her hips rolling back with instinct, pure instinct, like her body remembered it, wanted it as bad as I did.
I dragged my mouth down her neck, licked across the sensitive place where her pulse jumped, kissed the hollow under her jaw, bit just hard enough to make her moan. Her hoodie had bunched up
