A hoarse cry broke free, my orgasm crashing through me like lightning as I climaxed again.
“Fuck, yeah. That’s it, Blue!” he grunted. Another hard thrust, and he stiffened, spilling himself into me. His brow rested on my shoulder, his chest heaving against me. His hands left my hips and wrapped around my waist, and he kissed my neck.
After several seconds, he relaxed his hold and straightened.
Too shaky to speak, I turned my head and rested my face on the backrest. In my peripheral vision, I realized he was still dressed. He dragged off his tee, then eased away from me, his dick slipping free. He pressed his shirt between my thighs.
“You, okay?” he asked, voice tender.
“Never better,” I rasped, my heart still drumming in my ears.
God, the guy knew how to make me lose my mind. I cleaned myself, dropped the shirt.
“Good to know that.” He laughed, picking me up, nuzzling my neck with his nose.
I sighed in contentment as he carried me to his room, then he tossed me on his bed, disrupting a little of the sensual haze trapping me.
“Wait, wait, what are you doing?” I sat up, needing to think clearly, knowing there was something I had to do. Salmon. Waiting in the microwave. “I have to prepare supper.”
“We can order in,” he said, his voice low, husky. He crawled onto the bed, deftly removed my skirt and bra, tossing them aside, then he settled between my thighs. “Now, where were we?”
