““Jamie draped himself over his back and whispered in his ear. “You’re gorgeous like this, Irish. Skin so red I can barely see the freckles. A sheen of sweat coating you. I can smell you too, leaking from your cock.” And fuck if he wasn’t painfully hard and pearling moisture too. Jamie rubbed against his backside. “And I can smell me on you. I can smell us.” He bit the back of his shoulder and smoothed over it with his tongue. “Need””
