Megan lay sprawled out on her back, trying to catch her breath. She’d had great s*x before, but the last few hours had completely blown her previous experiences out of the water. And that didn’t even count the added sensation of him not wearing a condom.
Once Paul brought them to his bedroom, it was as if he’d wiped the slate clean, and they’d started from scratch. She couldn’t remember how many times she’d climaxed. Six times? Maybe it was seven. The amount really didn’t matter. What did matter was how attentive he’d been. By the time he found his own release, her entire body was vibrating with pleasure, and it felt as if all her bones had been liquefied. Maybe it was because he was older, but it seemed he knew exactly where to touch her to make her body sing.
She felt the mattress move
