"You have me," he said between increasingly hungry kisses. "You always have." He pressed into her just as she rolled up into him and his eyes rolled back. "Fuck. Shit. God -" he moaned, almost embarrassingly loudly, when she did it again. His cock was weeping now, the tingle in his spine a warning. He pulled back, breaking her grip around him, gliding down the bed, down her body, with wicked, open mouthed kisses against soft skin. She arched up into him with every new bit of skin he devoted himself to. Moaned when he took her pert nipple in his mouth, tongue laving over that sensitive bit of flesh. Groaned when his hand drifted to her knee and began tracing up the outside of her thigh, to the edge of her tiny shorts and back. He continued his journey south, relishing in the sounds she made. Hardly believing that they were here, right now, in this position. After so fucking long his mouth was on her and she was writhing underneath him.