“Ah, little one,” he murmured. Letting her wrists go, he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her tight against him, his weight full on her and ever so satisfying, his warm breath ruffling her hair. The scent of s*x filled the room. She ran her fingers through his thick hair, pressed a kiss to his damp shoulder. How could she give this up?
When he started to withdraw, she grabbed his butt, curled her fingers into the hard curve of muscle, and kept his pelvis against her own. “Don’t leave.”
He kissed her, sweet and slow, before pulling away. “I’ll be right back, pet.”
A moment in the bathroom, and he rejoined her, pulling her on top of him. It was apparently one of his favorite positions. He played with her buttocks, fondling and squeezing, the movements causing her tender clit to rub ag
