George was struck by the odd symmetry. He'd snuck into her place and ended up on his knees, and now, here she was... The hand holding the beer dropped to his side, the neck of the bottle held loosely in his fingers, but the other reached to her.
A shift of his feet brought his shoulders to the wall and he touched her cheek. Her hair. His fingers brushed hers where they wrapped around his cock, and his thumb caressed her mouth.
Angry too... Had she said that? He opened his mouth to ask but her cheek against him distracted him. George let his eyes close for a moment. He hadn't expected her, this, but damn. How could anyone say no?