I kissed her neck while I worked.
Kissed, bit, sucked, licked every inch of skin I could reach. Tasting river water and residual heat and something underneath that was purely her. Following the line of her throat down to her collarbone, across to her shoulder, back up to the sensitive spot just below her ear that made her breathing hitch in ways I felt more than heard.
She was grinding against me.
Small movements. Barely noticeable. Probably unintentional given how her hands had stopped pushing and started clinging instead, fingers digging into my shoulders like she needed the anchor.
But I noticed.
Felt every shift, every roll of her hips against mine, every point of friction that was sending signals straight to parts of my body that were becoming increasingly difficult to ignore.
My hips bucked in response.
