Not Mo.
I knew his climax was big, I saw it, felt it,heard it.
But even if he couldn’t possibly be over it, he rolled so hewas on his back, I was on him, and we were still connected.
I rested my cheek on his pec.
He clamped one hand on the side of my neck, one hand on thecheek of my ass.
It was quite a trip, riding the powerful rises and falls ofhis chest as his breath evened out.
It felt like riding a mountain.
I loved every second.
Eventually, his thumb came out to stroke my jaw.
“We’ll go slower next time,” he murmured.
“Okay,” I murmured back, stroking the smooth valley betweenpectorals with the backs of my fingers.
“Hawk gave me two days off.”
“I’m calling in sick.”
At first, I didn’t know what was happening.I also didn’tknow what I was hearing.
It took a second to realize the quaking of his big body andthe deep noises that were tumbling low around the room were indications Mo waschuckling.
It seemed like a very long time since I heard him laugh andI’d never heard his humor come like that.
But hearing it, I wanted to see it.
So I lifted my head and looked down at him.
Face relaxed, sated, eyes soft and warm and aimed down hisnose at me.
“You haven’t kissed me,” I whispered.
“I’ve totally kissed you,” he whispered back.“Just not yourmouth.”
Oh yeah.
Right.
I smiled at him.“Our first kiss a pussy kiss.I like it.”
His mouth quirked, his eyes dropped to my lips then his armswent around me, and I was on my back with Mo covering me, his lips on mine, histongue gliding inside.
I made a mew, rounded him with my arms, my legs, and suckedhis tongue deeper.
He tasted precisely like I thought Mo would taste and hekissed like I thought Mo would kiss.
Overwhelmingly amazing.
Yeah.
I’d been right.
