“I shall torment you just a while longer before I give you what you want.”
Laurel twisted, bringing her mons against Brodie’s length. She slid her toes along the length of his calf as her thigh rubbed his. She arched her back, thrusting her breast against his lips. Brodie tightened his grip on her wrists, but Laurel continued to twist and rub her body against his.
“You are not the only one who can tease,” Laurel purred.
“But I am the only one who can do this.” Brodie lifted her leg to his hip and thrust into her. Her carnal moan spurred Brodie on as he surged into her over and over. She winced once, and he froze. He’d forgotten that Laurel would be sore after so many rounds of lovemaking. She’d assured him over and over that she was well, but the moment of discomfort made him feel contrite.
“That wasn’t pain, Brodie. Or least not in a bad way. I ache for you to keep going. I was trying to ease it.” Laurel tugged her arms again, and Brodie released her immediately. Her hands flew to his backside, pressing his hips, urging him on. “It’ll only be painful if you stop.”
“I will call for a hot bath as soon as we’re done,” Brodie promised.
“It won’t be until this eve,” Laurel grinned. Their kiss signaled the end of any conversation, their only communication their moans. They moved like they’d been lovers for years rather than mere hours. Their climaxes washed over them in unison, leaving them boneless and weary. They curled close together and fell back to sleep. Brodie made good on his promise of a bath, and Laurel learned couples didn’t have to lie down to make love.
