Out of control

Ari gasped as Tyler's hands found her breasts, kneading the soft mounds through the flimsy fabric of her crop top. Her nipples pebbled instantly under his palms, straining against the confines of her clothing. She arched into his touch, craving more friction, more stimulation.

Their tongues danced and twined, the kiss turning filthy as Tyler plundered her mouth with single-minded focus. He rolled her hardened peaks between his fingers, pinching and tugging until stars burst behind Ari's eyelids. Moisture pooled at her center, soaking through her panties as he touched her so intimately in public.