DON’T STOP
The kiss turned filthy fast—open-mouthed, sloppy, teeth grazing lips, saliva mixing as we devoured each other.
My hand slipped down, past the waistband of his shorts, fingers wrapping around his already half-hard cock. He groaned again, rougher this time, hips jerking forward into my grip. I stroked him slow and firm, my thumb circling the head, feeling him thicken and throb in my palm.
Then I broke the kiss. We both breathed hard, foreheads pressed together.
He looked dazed and confused. “Bella…”
“Today will be the last day,” I said quietly.