Her eyes shifted slightly to see him watching the same thing she was.
Their most private intimate parts meshing, colliding, and making some slurping noises.
Oh well, couldn’t have everything be romantically perfect.
“Isn’t that the most wonderfully erotic sight ever?” she asked. She wasn’t positive about how the words got out of her mouth because her body was building to a crest she’d never thought she could climb.
Her fingers were going numb as all the sensations were rushing to her vajayjay.
Their eyes locked. “No,” he said. “You are. Come for me again. Let me watch your face as you do.”
He slammed in hard, and her body rocked up as she took it.
“Do that again,” she said. “You’re so deep.”
He was good at following orders because by the third time, her eyes were shut, her legs were tingling and the arrow giving him direction was all but glowing and ready to burst into flames.
“Tell me when,” he said.
His voice was harsh to her ears. He was struggling, but she knew he was going to hold on until she came again...just like a gentleman.
“Now,” she said. “Just do it now!”
She couldn’t tell you what he did because her eyes were closed, but everything moved at lightning speed and she was shouting out his name.
In the faint distance, she heard some chanting. Or maybe it was her imagination because never in a million years could she have dreamed of an orgasm like she was experiencing now.
Until Warren’s body landed on hers and knocked the breath right out of her.
16
BECOMING ADDICTED
“Idon’t know if I’ve got any more in me, Emma,” he moaned from under the pillow the next morning.
She’d been insatiable, and though most men wouldn’t have cared, he hadn’t slept much last night on top of it.
All she did was move around the king-sized bed, kicking him and hitting him with her arms, talking in her sleep, and tugging the covers off of him.
“Shhhh,” she said. “You wore me out. My body hurts.”
Huh?
If it wasn’t her, then what the hell was he feeling on his back?
Warren cracked his eyes open and there was a blur of gray swishing by his face.
His hand reached around and knocked a kitten off his back.
It was agile enough to land next to him, then tried to climb back on again.
He was awake enough now to realize it was four paws gently kneading into his shoulder blades.
He was more tired than he realized if he thought that was Emma asking for more.
He rolled this time, the kitten jumping into the middle of the bed, and then moving closer to him.
Emma was still curled up in a ball, the covers tucked under her chin.
