I press myself against Arno’s bare chest, letting my hands wander across his broad shoulders, slip my fingers through his loosened hair. My need for him grows, and I let him now my desperation through my eager kisses, my barely-suppressed moans. His hunger matches mine. He guides my hand to the hot mound between his legs and I stroke the shape of his manhood pressing through his breeches. It’s not long until I free him, sighing in gratification as he slips inside me.