She exhales with a soft moan when I push her gently against the wall. The buzzing that has been ringing in my body all day, whether it be from her or my withdrawals, has finally found somewhere to release its tension so I deepen our kiss, pinning her body against the cool surface.

My mind is laser focused on one goal. I want to bring her pleasure, like it’s some sort of misplaced craving. If I can’t get high, then I want her to feel that ecstasy for me.

When my mouth leaves hers to travel down her cheek to her neck, she lets out a gasp. The sound sends a jolt of electricity through me, making me even harder. And the hunger becomes something far stronger.

My fingers search her body for something to make her gasp like that again. Squeezing the flesh of her hips as I grind into her has her humming into my ear, but it isn’t enough, so they travel farther down. First they find their way over her shorts until I’m rubbing her at the core and she begins to squirm against my hand.

Her lips are against my ear, her arms squeezing tight around my neck. I can’t stop the growl that emits as I flip open the button of her shorts. They hang loose from her narrow hips leaving plenty of room for my hand as I let my fingers crawl down, under the light band of her underwear and over the short tuft of soft hair. Then, I feel her under my skin.

She’s wet with desire, and I take a breath to appreciate how this beautiful girl is aroused by me. I let my fingers slide over the folds. Then, before entering her, I find that small spot of pleasure and I circle it, adding pressure with every round.

Panting now, her leg lifts until it’s curled around my thigh, but it’s still not the gasping sound I’m after. So, I let my finger tease the crease of her wet lips again before I finally plunge my finger deep inside of her.

Everything in her body tenses against me, and she lets out a loud gasp that echoes against the walls around us. Her head hangs back, and I push myself in again.

“Logan,” she whispers, high-pitched and pleading. I move with the rhythm of her body as she grinds herself against my hand. I ignore the ache in my own pants as I push her closer and closer toward climax.

When her hand lets go of my neck, it’s on the erection trying to bust out of my jeans, and I suck in a gasp from the pressure. I want to push it away because I’m too close to coming as it is. The tightness squeezing around my fingers as I dive into her again and again has me close to the edge.

“Logan, I’m almost there,” she gasps as she squeezes the hardness through my pants.

I nip at the delicate skin of her neck. She’s panting louder, letting out the sweetest moans, and I know I have her close. I’m getting high on her pleasure.