“Oh, god, you’re killing me,” I whispered, the pleasure of our c***s squeezed together like this too much for my voice to have any volume.
Edi groaned and fused our mouths together. My hand slid between us, closing over his, putting even more pressure on our d***s. His touch felt hot and slick, and I knew I wasn’t going to last long. Neither was he.
Too soon, we shouted our matching releases in each other’s mouth. It was the hottest thing ever: pleasure too pure to continue kissing, need too great to put any distance between our lips. We hovered there, breathing each other in, until we recovered enough to stand without help.
Edi pulled my jeans up, then did the same with his. He reached for my hand and took it in his. He lifted it to his lips and kissed my fingers.
We should have talke
