Nothing has ever tasted as good as this.

Keeping the kiss going, my hand wandered back down. I idly ran my finger around her clit, never touching it. “Ash, please.” She pulled back, begging in a whisper. Her hips were bucking roughly against my hand and I just smirked at her before resting my head back in the crook of her neck.

I eventually let my finger brush over her and she gasped, her hands finding my shoulder blades, trying to find something to grip onto. I kissed up and down her neck, the speed of them copying the speed of my fingers moving against her.

My knees moved up a tiny bit so I could put some pressure on my hand, sliding two fingers slowly into her and her head lifted up to my neck, tensing before relaxing again and lying back down.

I closed my eyes at how tight she was. Everything in me wanted to scream ‘fuck’, but this wasn’t just having sex, it was making love and I didn’t want to turn it into something raw. “I never slept with him.” She panted out. I don’t know why she is telling me this now, but I sure as hell am relieved.

I pulled my head back to look at her in question, moving the sweaty locks away from her face. “Why?” I slow my movements down, wanting to get a full answer out of her, but never moving away from her.

Her eyes were still shut when she answered me. “I’m catholic remember.” She smiled, it soon turning into a gasp when I adjusted my fingers to hit a spot. “No sex… before marriage.” She gasped again and I stopped myself from chuckling. I know that isn’t her reason, but that is her reason for him.

“Miss Carlin, you’re going to hell.” I shook my head at her before planting a chaste kiss on her lips.

My thumb brushed her clit and she whimpered, it halfway turning into a moan when I pushed in harder with my fingers. I used my knee as some leverage against my hands, going deeper into her. I was grinding against her leg, it twitching when I caught a spot or brushed her bundle of nerves, sending shockwaves through me and making me go faster and harder into her.