“That was very dirty.”
“You loved it.”
“I did,” she agrees, nodding. Then, softer, “I love everything we do together.”
She wraps her legs around my back and her arms around my shoulders and kisses me.
It’s like falling off a cliff all over again.
All the adrenaline, all the dizziness, all the tumbling down into lakes of burning flame. I thrust into her silken wet heat, loving the way her breasts bounce against my chest, swallowing her small cries of pleasure as she feeds them to me.
When she breaks the kiss and I look down at her, my breath catches.
Time slows to a crawl.
I feel every throb of my heart, every bead of sweat on my skin, every hot pulse of blood coursing through my veins. I’m aware of the ache in my chest, the smell of her hair, the sounds our bodies make as they move
