Allen
I pulled Ezra to me in the cool water, our bodies pressing together. Our breaths clashed hot and fast, mixing between us. His eyes were dark, full of the same need I felt burning through me. I couldn't hold back anymore.
I kissed him hard, my mouth claiming his, as our madness intensified. His lips were soft and warm, parting for me right away. My tongue slid against his, tasting him, owning him. He moaned into the kiss, his hands gripping my shoulders tight.
The water lapped around us as I deepened the kiss, one hand on the back of his neck, the other sliding down his back to pull him closer. His cock rubbed against mine under the water, already hard and leaking.
The friction was slow and slick, making both of us groan. I broke the kiss just enough to breathe, my lips brushing his.
"I've missed this," I whispered against his mouth. "Missed your taste. Missed how you feel against me."
Ezra's breath hitched. "Allen… please…"
