She sighed. “More than okay. Please…”
He didn’t have to ask what she wanted. He just rocked in the age-old rhythm, loving the feel of her warmth and sliding eagerly in and out of her tight, slick channel. Braced on one elbow, he didn’t lower himself completely. He left enough room between them to find and rub her sweet spot with his thumb. She immediately arched and moaned, grasping the sheets again.
As the tension built between them, he watched her carefully. The intoxicating rhythm was overwhelming. At last they both shattered. She screamed as the sensations took them somewhere indescribable.
Her muscles clenched his cock, and wave after wave of incredible release shook him to his core. He rode every last aftershock.
His own fulfillment was complete. He’d had a staggering orgasm. As soon as he’d floated back to earth, he embraced her and rolled onto his back, allowing her to decide if she wanted to withdraw and lie beside him or stay coupled.
She stayed. He couldn’t believe the beauty of that act. His hunger and longing for her were sated at last, which didn’t mean he didn’t want more. He would want this passion over and over again, whether it drove him to madness or ecstasy. When she gazed into his eyes, he saw sparkling pleasure and satisfaction, mirroring his own gratification.
There were no words between them. There were probably no words to express this euphoria—this elation. She turned her head to the side and laid her cheek on his heaving chest. They stayed like that for several long minutes. There was no doubt about his feelings for her. He loved this woman and would do anything to protect her.
She rolled up on her elbow and grinned. “Ready for round two?”
