His mouth finds my neck next, sucking hard enough I know I’ll have marks tomorrow while one hand slides down my side, his rough palm dragging over my skin until he hooks two fingers under the waistband of my panties and yanks them down my legs in one impatient motion. They tangle at my ankles for half a second before I kick them aside.
I reach for him, fumbling at his soaked boxers, and shoving them down just far enough. He’s already hard, nudging against my stomach, and the feel of him makes my thighs clench. When my fingers wrap around him, he groans into my mouth before I start stroking him, his hips jerking forward into my grip.
“f**k, Allison,” he mutters against my collarbone, his voice wrecked. He grabs my wrist, guiding my hand away like he’s too close already, then lifts one of
