Borderline - Part 3

Her thighs pressed warm against mine while another tongue traced the curve of my spine. Heat. Sweat. Fingers sliding deeper, claiming without asking. Someone gasped near my ear, then bit down. Bodies twisted around us, hips grinding, mouths open, breath thick with sex. The last thrust knocked a moan loose from my chest. We came in waves, staggered and greedy, skin slipping over skin. Sweat cooled on my ribs. The camera kept rolling.