She felt joy that she wasn't a dud, that she could actually enjoy immense pleasure when she'd once borne the scorn of a husband who'd called her frigid. "What are you thinking about, huh?" Oh s**t, how does he always know? "Nothing, I wasn't thinking...." Her words got stuck in her lungs when his next lunge sent him past that rubbery place inside and beyond.
"You don't f*****g think when I'm inside you." His fingers tightened in her hair, as he now became the one with a point to prove. He was right, though, because pretty soon, she forgot about everything else but what he was doing to her. "Are you close? Good." She didn't know what he meant until she felt the emptiness, and a few seconds later, wet heat in the small of her back.
She waited for what came next but nothing. Looking over
