Immediately she shoved him up against said door and stood on tiptoes so she could kiss him. He quickly realized her dilemma and slid down so their heights were similar and they could comfortably lock lips. Then they did exactly that, resuming the heated caress they’d been enjoying in the park before they’d been so rudely interrupted.

Dropping her keys on the floor, Adele slid her hands under Oliver’s T-shirt, moaning into his mouth as her fingertips swept over the hard lumps of his six-pack. They traveled higher, up to the liberal sprinkling of hair on his pectorals. She grabbed and tugged the hairs ever so lightly, grinning against his lips as he grunted and jerked his hips toward her. His nipples were the next thing she touched, pinching them between thumb and forefinger, twisting them and pulling them a little until he pushed her away.

“You’re driving me crazy, woman. In a good way. Now please forgive me for being so blunt, but how about we go upstairs and get naked and horizontal?”

Adele didn’t reply. Instead she pressed a long, lingering kiss to his lips, then turned and walked up the stairs and into her bedroom. By the time she’d drawn the curtains and kicked off her shoes, Oliver had joined her and was leaning against the doorframe, watching her with a predatory expression.

Their lips met once more, and Oliver’s cock twitched in response. His blood was rushing through his veins at a million miles an hour, and he reveled in the sensation of having Adele on top of him. Far from feeling crushed, he loved the fact that her weight was substantial, not for a second letting him forget she was there, her abundant and beautiful curves pressed up against him. He looked forward to exploring them, particularly when they were both naked.

Adele’s tongue brushed against his lip, and he opened his mouth to admit it once more. Her movements had become more frenzied, more eager, and he suspected she was just as turned on by the situation as he was. He hoped so, anyway.
By now, his dick had grown so stiff that it pressed insistently against the inside of his boxer shorts, being relentlessly stimulated by the wriggles of the woman on top of him. If he were a magician, he’d definitely have magicked their clothes off and buried his shaft deep inside her pussy. For now, though, he was perfectly happy to continue snogging like horny teenagers.