Page 164 of A Story of Love

He groaned when she wrapped her fingers around his shaft, his big body swaying toward her as she caressed the impossibly silky and rapidly hardening length of him. The small slit produced a fascinating bead of liquid that was mute evidence of his desire for her.

Being with Fast was so different from the dry, furtive, and painful couplings she’d had with Dorian that there was no comparison.

“What is it, darling? You are giving my cock the most accusatory look.”

Her face heated at the word cock, which was ridiculous given that she currently had her hand wrapped around it. “That’s what you prefer to call it…cock?”

He shrugged, his hips pushing against her hand which made her realize she’d stopped stroking. “Cock, prick, jack, Adam’s dagger, Sir John, shaft of delight—any of those will do and all are more interesting than penis in my opinion.”

“Sir John?” Lori laughed so hard her eyes teared up. “Those cannot be terms that are actually in use.”

“Indeed, they are—I would never jest about such an important matter. Surely, you’ve heard such terminology in your dealings with newspapermen? I’d always understood them to be an earthy lot.”

“I don’t know what you think my days and nights were composed of, but I scarcely associated with any other journalists.”

“Ah, so your education in this area is my responsibility then.” He rubbed his hands together with exaggerated glee. “I cannot wait to teach you all I know.”

“There are more terms?”

“Ramrod, nature’s delight, stallion—”

“Stallion?” She choked on a laugh, but then recalled that she still held his, er, Sir John in her fist and resumed her pumping.

Fast gave an appreciative purr and then said. “Tighter.”

She firmed her grip. “Like this?”

“A bit more—ahhh, perfect,” he sighed when she complied.

“Are you sure that doesn’t hurt?” she asked doubtfully.

“Quite sure,” he said, his voice rough, his lids drooping low over his eyes. “Oh, yes. Just like that.”

“Could I make you, er, e-ejaculate this way?” Lori asked, disgusted that she couldn’t spit out the word without stumbling over it.

“There is no doubt in my mind—and rather speedily, too, I’m afraid.” He set a hand on hers and Lori stilled her erotic labor. “I am very close,” he explained at her questioning look. “I want to be inside you.”

Lori swallowed. “Yes…I want that, too.”

He lowered to one elbow, positioned himself at her entrance, and then flexed his hips enough that the hot blunt crown bumped against her.

“Rather like a battering ram at a castle gate,” Lori murmured.

Fast shook with laughter and pushed until just the fat tip was inside her.

They both gave hisses of pleasure.

“Fast?”

“Yes, darling?” he asked in a tight voice.

“You don’t have to withdraw.”

His brow furrowed. “If I don’t withdraw, then—”

“Then the chances are greater that I shall conceive,” she finished for him. “I know that.”

“I am in no hurry to start a family, Lorelei.”