“Sounds like fun.”
“With luck it will be.” Lifting his head, he watched her eyes darken as he began to move. Clearly she liked that rhythm. So did his cock, which threatened to put a quick end to this adventure. He paused. “Seems I’m too fudging sensitive.”
“Or I’m too fudging hot.”
He chuckled. “That, too.” He dialed it back, hoping a lazy stroke would cool him down. No dice. His cock had never been this determined to go for broke only minutes into the action.
Mila’s sexy response wasn’t helping. She was the lover of his dreams, rising to meet him, welcoming each thrust. She made him feel like he was the lover of her dreams.
He desperately wanted to keep from coming, and every second brought him closer to the brink. Why couldn’t he hold back?
Panting, he shoved in tight and stopped moving, his jaw clenched against the pressure pushing him to let go. “Can you stay?”
She dragged in a breath. “Stay?’
“Longer. So…so we can…do this again.”
Clearly confused, she stared at him, her breasts rising and falling as she gulped in air.
“My control’s shot. I don’t want to come so soon, but I can’t?—”
“Yes!” She made a sound that was part laughter and part cry of frustration. “I’ll stay! Now go for it!”
He accepted that invitation. No more tiny bites. If he’d feared the wild, raw pace would shock her, he needn’t have worried. She rode the whirlwind with him, her cries blending with his as they raced toward a glittering finale.
She came first, a gift he barely had time to register before his climax hurled him into a world of blinding light and explosive sensations stronger than he’d ever known. He bowed his head as the tremors rocked him and left him dripping with sweat.
He managed not to fall on Mila even though his arm muscles ached from the effort. Bad enough that he was raining on her.
Slowly lifting his head, he met her round-eyed gaze. “You okay?”
“Are you fudging kidding me?”
“You’re not okay?” Damn it, if he’d hurt her he might have to kill himself.
“I’m ten times better than okay.” She reached up and wiped the sweat off his beard. “Twenty times better. I’m okay to the hundredth power.”
“Oh.” He smiled. Couldn’t help it. He was proud of himself. “That’s nice to hear. I mean, that wasn’t a very long?—”
“Obviously it was long enough.”
“I was worried you wouldn’t be able to come.”
“I was worried you were going to stop and go make a sandwich or something.”
“Make a sandwich?” He started laughing, an interesting experience when he was still securely tucked in.
“When asked if I could stay so we could do this again, I figured you wanted to end the current session. Like maybe you left something on the stove.”
“I suppose it was a strange question.”
“You have no idea. And on top of it, if you were worried that this first time would be a bust and you’d need a do-over, I’m here to tell you it was definitely not a bust. You don’t need a do-over.”
“Then you aren’t going to stay?”
“Oh, no, I’m staying. Only an idiot would pack up and leave when there’s time on the clock and a box of fresh condoms. But you should probably invite me to dinner so I have something to tell Claudie.”
He grinned. He’d seen her playful side plenty of times, but now she was deliberately playing with him. He loved it. “Will you have dinner with me?”
