A deep and shuddering connection clicked between them.
I Missed The Way You Taste
She blindly reached for Chrisanne and slotted their mouths together.
She inhaled her, pressed her nose into the small creases, sucked her fingers, drank the sweat from her skin.
In the rush of all hand for the door handle, turned it, and pushed it the lack of an actual bed in her bedroom. Chrisanne stiffened all over and cried out. She scrabbled backward with her.