Tyler grasped the sides off my head, covered my mouth with his own, and plunged in his tongue, tasting of butter and jelly. Mine weren’t the movements of a swimmer; mine were the movements of a runner. Porn Tyler and I dove in hungrily. Tyler ran his fingers into my hair and humped into my mouth when I closed it over his glans. When Tyler twisted to reach back for the jelly, I used my other hand to feel over the smooth, tan skin of his lean abdomen. “No,” I said quietly, “I mean really, really good at it.”
Tyler wrapped his arms under me and hugged. “I never knew sex was this good,” he murmured, nuzzling the back of my hair.
