Nash carried her to the bench and set her down hard on the edge.
Her thighs spread wide on their own, like she was inviting him to dive straight in. He never let go of her face, keeping his mouth locked on hers.
It was a filthy kiss, sloppy, their tongues fighting for space while spit ran down their chins and soaked their chests. Nia wasn't holding back either. Her hands were already behind him, nails raking down his back before sliding lower to grab his ass through his shorts and yank him hard against her.
