He began to pull out until she grabbed his ass. “No, I’m fine.” She hauled him toward her until he was fully seated again. “Now let’s do that thing you started.”
They both grinned.
He began his rhythm while they stared at each other. She moaned with the wonderful sensations whenever he filled her. Her eyes closed on their own. “Goddess, that feels good,” she said, breathily.
“Yes, it does.” His voice lowered and he leaned closer, kissing her temple. “You know what else feels good?”
She paused. “What could feel better than this?”
He raised himself up on one hand and locked his elbow. Balancing like that, he used the other hand to locate her clit. The moment he touched her pearl, she arched and let out a loud moan.
Heightened sensations zinged through her, rippling outward. “Oh, my Goddess!”
His strength was definitely an asset in the bedroom. He wasn’t even breaking a sweat. He continued to pump in and out of her as he rubbed her supersensitive button. She writhed with the powerful pleasure of it. Barely conscious of making odd sounds, something primal emanated from deep inside her.
She was skyrocketing toward a higher climax than ever before. Even with all her squirming, Sly stayed right on her clit. He stroked it quickly, and the glorious vibrations led to a shattering orgasm.
Morgaine bucked and screamed. He didn’t let up and she kept coming. Electric jolts shot through every cell and nerve ending. Her thighs shook uncontrollably.
At last, he let go and landed on his elbows, over her. He jerked and spasmed with his own release, then blew out a deep breath.
“You’re amazing,” she whispered, hoarsely.
He pushed back the hair from her face. “You are too.”
“How? All I do is let you play me like a piano.”
He chuckled. “You’ve got a great keyboard.”
She’d laugh, but she didn’t have enough breath.
He withdrew slowly and flopped onto his back. After a few moments, he asked, “Do you want to stay the night?”
She was barely aware of his question or her obvious nonverbal answer as her awareness slipped away.
Chapter eleven
Morgaine awoke the next morning feeling well rested, refreshed, and…blind!Oh my Goddess!She felt her eyes with her fingers. Yes, they were open. But no matter which direction she faced, she remained in total blackness. Could the myths possibly be true? Could sex make you go blind? “Where the Hell am I?” Her heart squeezed.
“Relax, pumpkin. You’re okay.”
“Chad? Is that you?”
“I’d say, ‘in the flesh,’ but…well, you understand.”
“Oh, thank Goddess, I’m not alone!”
“Really? Wow, I think this is the first time you’ve ever been happy to see me. Usually you tell me to get lost.”
“I—I’m really sorry about that. I don’t mean to sound—”
“Forget it. Listen, you’re not alone anyway. Sly’s right next to you.”
She patted around the mattress until she hit an arm. “Oh!” She tried to shake him awake, but he didn’t move or make a sound. “Sly? Are you okay?”
“Nah, he’s out cold. You won’t be able to wake him until sunset—unless you set him on fire, or something.”
She was too freaked out to laugh. “Chad, can you help me? I need to find the door. I’ve got to get out of here.”
