(ARLO)
Miles pulls his fingers out of my ass. With one hand, he shoves his pants below his knees and supports me with the other. Once they are down, he nudges my ass cheeks apart.
"Lock your calves on my waist." He says, and I obey as I am obligated to.
I gaze at him desperately. I'm on the edge and I would get the relief I'm so much desperate for if I just blow. Right now I don't really care, I could come by his fingers or his dick. It wouldn't really matter.
My hole is clenching around nothing and it is so fucking frustrating.
"I'm gonna fuck you now, baby." He warns.
"Please, yes." My voice breaks as I plead. I hope he didn't catch it. I can't really help myself at the moment. "Yes, please."
Wordlessly, he leans into me and I gape so that he can kiss me. I inhale his sharp pants before letting his tongue roam every last corner of my mouth. Heat rushes between us, our tongues, warm and full, our bodies, us.
