"Fuck," he hissed and sucked in a breath as her hand found his length. "...Me."

Diego hadn't meant to utter that but Jessica had drove him to that point. She could sit on his face or ride him. He desperately wanted the sheet to stop separating them and the same went for the clothing she had on. A hand slipped into her hair and tugged for her head to go back and his mouth to move down her neck to a breast.