The bathroom was big enough, the steel door cold against Aeri's back as I kissed her, deep and hungry. The faint hum of the café outside felt miles away, drowned out by the sound of her quick breaths. My hand was under her mini skirt, fingers buried inside her panties, rubbing her slick pussy in tight circles. She was so wet, her warmth coating my fingers, and it was driving me insane.
"Ahh… so wet, Aeri…" I murmured against her lips, my voice rough with want. Her taste lingered on my tongue—sweet, like the pasta she'd been eating, but better.
"Ahh… you're making me, Ezra…" she gasped, her face flushed a deep pink. Her eyes were half-closed, hazy with pleasure, and the way she said my name sent a jolt straight through me. Her body pressed closer, like she couldn't get enough.
