When the kisses start to get even more needy, we decide to move over to the bed. He throws me on and jumps between my legs. Pushing himself against my heated core and almost giving me an orgasm right there and then. We pull the clothes from our bodies, desperate to be closer. I missed the feeling of his skin against mine, his flawless pale skin. Our hands touch each inch of the other's body. A slight layer of mist coating us as we reach our orgasms at the same time, moaning names and promises to never stop doing that. 