That did it.
Hearing his name ripped from the back of her throat at the same time her body was ripped by wave after wave of delight had his own release tearing through him.
“Sabrina! I love you!” he groaned as jet after jet of molten heat shot out of him and spilled into her.
The pleasure wracked him, flexing his hips tight as a bowstring as he held himself deep. Emptying all that he had. Feeling her taking it. Welcoming it.
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Hew abruptly fell asleep.
It was like he’d been waiting for that orgasm so long that it’d been intense enough to fell him like the proverbial tree.
Sabrina laughed. She couldn’t help it. She was so happy, she could have levitated.
If I weren’t pinned down by 220 pounds of pure sex, sinew, and muscle, she thought.
Her shaking chest startled him awake. He pushed up on his elbows, his hair wild from her fingers, his eyes dazed and bleary.
“Did I fall asleep or pass out?” he rumbled, lazily pressing a kiss to the corner of her mouth, his lips warm and firm and so wonderfully familiar now.
“Pretty sure they’re the same thing in this instance.”
“Mmm.” He rolled off her and then hissed—they both did—when his softened body slid from hers. “I’ll grab a washcloth.”
“My knight in shining…nudity,” she finished with a devilish grin, watching his firm, bunching backside as he stalked across the room to disappear inside the bathroom.
When he reemerged, he had one of her fluffy washcloths in hand, and his spent member bobbed between his thick thighs. Even flaccid, he was…impressive.
She lifted her hand for the washcloth, then drew her eyebrows together when he shook his head. “I made the mess.” He winked. “I’ll be the one to clean it up.”
Before she could object, he whisked the covers aside and gently pressed the washcloth to the center of her.
She hissed, and a line of worry creased his brow. “Sore?” he asked.
“Mmm.” She nodded as he softly wiped away the evidence of his desire. “But in the best possible way.”
Hew was a big man. He’d stretched her to the limit. But she’d reveled in every inch of him.
“It’ll get easier,” he assured her. “Your body will become accustomed to mine.”
“Spoken from experience?” She lifted a teasing eyebrow.
His expression blanked. “No. I was a virgin before this.”
The laugh that exploded out of her had Peanut, who’d curled up in the chair in the corner, lifting his head and blinking judgmental yellow eyes at her.
“It’s a good thing you’re not Pinocchio. Your nose would’ve grown three feet with that whopper of a lie.”
His eyes dragged over the length of her naked body, stopping at the points of her breasts before traveling south and then stopping again at the apex of her legs. She knew she was pink and swollen. Still dewy from their combined orgasms.
“If I stand here starin’ at ya for ten more seconds, something is certainly goin’ to start growin’.”
On cue, his dick jerked. He gestured to it. “See?” he said unnecessarily.
“Toss that cloth in the tub and then come back to bed,” she instructed. “I miss you next to me.”
He marched to the bathroom door, lobbed the washcloth like a basketball player lobbing a shot, and then hopped into bed so quickly she couldn’t help but laugh.
