The little metal chair squeaked and wobbled under us, its legs scraping tiny half-moons into the pavement every time Aeri rolled her hips.
We were both basically naked. Her white dress had become nothing but a useless ribbon of fabric twisted around her middle, the hem fluttering every time she moved. My shirt was long gone, tossed somewhere on the table with my pants and underwear bunched at my ankles. Her big, soft breasts pressed warm and heavy against my chest, nipples hard from the cool breeze and from every kiss we'd stolen. I could feel her heartbeat racing against mine, fast and happy.
She leaned in, lips brushing mine, swollen and red from all the kissing. "Umph… Ezra, your lips look properly swollen now," she teased, voice low and playful, nipping my bottom lip just to prove her point.
I exhaled a shaky laugh, tasting her again. "Yours too, love," I whispered, thumb tracing her puffy lower lip. "We're a matching set."
