Colour. Part 13

I was hardly aware of how he did it, but I jumped when his fingers messed around with my clit.

“Jesus.” My moan was long and drawn-out. “That feels so good.”

“Yeah? Feels good when I fuck you like this?” The fingers of his other hand played with my nipples.

“Oh, yes,” I agreed, clutching his back.

His pace picked up. I was so into it that I forgot my surroundings and smacked my head back into the wall. We both had a good laugh at that, but we became silent when he slid back into and out of me with a fervor that sent chills down my spine.

His kiss was intense and almost a little too personal. I was happy when he took his lips away. It was too much sensation and I couldn’t get used to his big and soft lips against my own. Embarrassingly, my eyes stung. I turned my head so he wouldn’t see.

His thrusts became choppy, losing their rhythm as he got closer to ecstasy. The sensation of his dick swallowed into my velvety walls was entirely unlike the sex