His own arms wrapped down low around her back, pulling her onto him, pushing himself further into her at the same moment and oh how he loved it, loved her, loved making love to her in the home he had grown up in since he’d been adopted. He deepened the kiss wantonly, tongue surging against hers, hips continually easing himself forward.
Her heat and warmth were muffled, somewhat, by the plastic he wore but he could still feel so much. Her muscles flexing against him, her body lifting to meet him, all of it beautiful and wonderful.
She was perfection, to him, holding onto him, kissing him, wearing clothing to get him excited but she’d done that even without putting them on. He gave a shudder into her mouth as his hips could go no further so instead they pulled back, only to return, and continued the motion.
Jack Maple 