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My lips found Ethan's again, urgent, as I swallowed the soft moan he let out. I pressed harder, whispering "shh, shh," thinking maybe a kiss could hush us both.
Every thrust of his hips sent a shock through me, denim rubbing against denim, the thick outline of him moving over mine in slow, motions. I could feel my own cock pulsing, trapped and leaking, the friction maddening—yet it still didn't feel like enough.
'God, it's too much, but not enough.'
Ethan's hands were all over me. One slid under my shirt, flat against my spine, tracing each vertebra as if he was mapping me out. His fingers were warm, and when one dipped to the small of my back, pulling me closer, I couldn't help but arch into him, shuddering. The other hand went lower, cupping my ass, guiding our rhythm... up, down, circling, until I was instinctively rocking against him, my thighs trembling.
