Kiss but don't tell

They had barely known each other a week when the pull hit. Jayden watched Shira stretch on the couch and something low in his stomach tightened. She caught him looking and did not look away. The air thickened. Clothes came off in a rush, shirts, jeans, underwear kicked aside until nothing remained between their skin. Jayden’s cock stood full, Shira’s nipples tight from the cool air and sharper want. They stepped close, mouths meeting in a deep, searching kiss. His hands roamed freely, palms hot over her breasts, thumbs teasing the peaks. Shira reached down, fingers wrapping around him, stroking once, twice, feeling the way he twitched in her grip. She sank to her knees. Her tongue traced the head, slow and wet, then she took him deeper, lips sliding down his length while her hand worked the base. Jayden’s breath caught. He pulled her up, spun her, pressed her forward over the couch. His palm traced the curve of her ass before he parted her thighs and licked along her folds, tasting heat. Shira moaned, pressing back against his mouth. He stood, lined up, and drove inside in one smooth thrust. She was tight, slick, gripping him hard. Each stroke pushed deeper. He reached around to rub her clit in steady circles. The rhythm built, skin slapping, breaths ragged. Shira came first, clenching around him, a low cry slipping out. Jayden followed moments later, buried to the hilt, pulsing inside her until he stilled and kissed the back of her neck.