Minutes blurred. Their mouths never fully parted; only far enough to gasp before diving back in. Tongues tangled and rolled, slick and hungry, tracing every corner, every secret. Saliva mixed, a thin strand glistening between their lips when they broke for half a second, only to crash together again harder.
Sophie's fingers were in his hair now, tugging, angling his head so she could lick deeper. Bruce's hands roamed, one sliding up under her top to palm bare skin, thumb brushing the underside of her breast, the other still kneading her ass in time with the roll of her hips.
They kissed like they were starving. Like the only oxygen left in the room lived in each other's mouths. Like if they stopped, the world might actually end.
And neither of them had any intention of stopping.
At this point it was clear that Sophie was hellbent on taking their relationship to the next level.
