“Yep. “Please,” he rasped, and that was all she needed. Mature sex He came fast—too fast—but she just smiled, slow and wicked, licking her lips as she rubbed her thighs together, noticing how wet she’d gotten. “They’re so fucking hot.” Her heart pounded—this was it, her shot. She had him cradled in her arms, his head tucked against her chest, her legs draped over his. She had him cradled in her arms, his head tucked against her chest, her legs draped over his. Didn’t matter. But Ethan’s attention kept slipping somewhere else—her hands. She was close too, clit rubbing against him with every roll, but he was closer. “Sophie—shit—” he groaned, hands gripping her thighs, feeling her nails scrape his sides now, sharp and relentless. He chuckled, nuzzling closer, the hum of the movie a distant buzz in his skull. She grabbed his wrists, pinning them above his head, her nails digging into his skin as she sank down, taking him in one slow, tight slide.
