Mia turned her face and found his mouth. The kiss was messy, she could taste herself on his lips from how close he'd been to her chest, or maybe that was just heat and spit and the way he kissed like he was still hungry. His cock throbbed against her ass. She reached back again, shoved at the waistband of his shorts, and he helped her get them down just far enough that the bare heat of him slid into the slick crease of her.
Not inside. Not yet. Just that filthy, perfect rub, his length nestled where her ass met her thigh, her wetness painting him every time she moved.
He groaned into her mouth.
"Mia. If you keep that up I'm going to stop being patient."
"Then stop being patient."
He laughed, low, and sucked her nipple back into his mouth instead of answering, as if he could have both, tease her and give in at the same time.
