AQUAMARINE'S POV

My pulse was pounding heavily in my ears.

"Al—," I whispered his name.

But the rest of the words were lost in my mouth as a moan replaced them.

He was sliding the round head of his dick over my slit. The pleasure went into my head, sharp and swift as another moan left my mouth.

Just like that night.

The friction was beautiful, almost better than his tongue. I closed my eyes to relish it, purring like a little cat being patted down.

More.

His other hand ...