" And I’m letting him crawl into my mouth.
Kissing me harder, deeper.
He’s as forceful in kissing as he is on the football field.
He’s hungry. That much I do recognize.
By the time we separate, I’m wrecked for breath. Trying my damnedest to rub one out against the unforgiving denim of his jeans. "

― V. Theia , Manhattan Tormentor (From Manhattan #7)