The way his fingers were assertive yet kind had charged her own touch to outline his torso until his back was to the wall beside the door of the bathroom that still wore the faint scent of his broken cologne bottle from her last time standing in that very spot. Only now, she was not lightheaded with the strong fragrance, instead, this was replaced with the rush he gave her with each of those passionate kisses that left her breathless to him.
When her fingers danced up the fabric of his shirt, gently clawing at the skin tensed by his own movements, he was fighting every fiber of his being clawing from the inside out to take her then and there. His heart pulled and his member hardened at the feeling of her fingers desperate to undo him; something she was unaware she could do with just a ca
