She didn't say a word.
She just leaned in and kissed me.
It wasn't wild. It wasn't rushed. It was slow, tender, the kind of kiss that made time blur around us. Her mouth moved with a quiet desperation, like she needed to feel all of me just to breathe again.
And then I felt it.
Her hands, slipping down.
Fumbling at my belt like before.
I broke the kiss, panting. "Hey— you don't have to—"
"Shut up."
She threw me a glare, the corner of her mouth twitching like she was daring me to argue. That same fire that always made me insane. That same mouth that ruined me every time it spit my name like a curse.
I huffed a laugh, helpless against her and let my hands fall back to brace myself behind me.
"Jesus," I murmured as she pulled my cock free, fingers wrapping around the base with that delicate, almost curious grip.
I was throbbing, red at the tip, pulsing, leaking precum that clung to her finger in a slick, glistening strand.
