CHAPTER TWO
Internal Relations
Her rhythmic hip-tosses ground her knees and elbows into the groaning sofabed's mattress as Nora humped her hunk. She had her eyes welded tight. Her n*****s flicked and whipped his chest at each satisfying downward drive.
His fingertips ran along her spine, down her hips, leaving lava-bright trails. She moaned in bliss. Her bouncing loins slapped his smartly. She felt ignited by the meaty maypole she rode, rode, rode.
She felt gloriously in command of her body. Woman power! Freedom to drive on toward orgasm-to linger and let her blood boil on the edge of detonation-to come when and how she liked.
His palms toyed with her undulating hindcheeks. He stroked her thighs. Fingers kneaded her flesh as she swung her hips side to side, varying the pace and the mo
