Another passage from Same Time Tomorrow, this time picking up where we left off.
She cried out softly at the sensation. She was warm and moist inside, ready for him. He stroked lightly, his finger exploring, stimulating. She did the same, still content to keep her hand out of his pants, but definitely enjoying stroking him, caressing him.
Chloe kissed him hard, her tongue probing his mouth, finding his tongue. It was all he had ever wanted. No one had ever aroused him this deeply, this much.... not like this. He slid his hand back, out from her, and she felt it, looked at him, puzzled. He licked at his finger, his first sample of what she tasted like. God, she’s incredible, he thought. “Chloe,” he whispered, “We need to be naked.”