Words poured out of my mouth, but I couldn’t say what they were.
Words of passion, joy.
Words of love for this man bringing me the ultimate pleasure.
Words not from my body or even my heart.
Words from my soul.
He slowed his fingers as I came down from my high.
Down, down, down…until my hips stopped grinding and I lay on top of him, his hard cock against my cheek, perspiration dripping from my forehead, from my breasts.
My breath came in rapid puffs against his thigh.
Bliss.
Pure joy.
The climax settled, and the contractions of my body grew slower and less frequent until they disappeared altogether, leaving me in a peaceful harmony I’d never experienced.
I could fall asleep here, against his hard thigh, his cock smooth and hard against my cheek.
So easy. It would be so easy…
My eyes closed of their own accord.
Marj. Baby. Honey.
His voice? Or my imagination? I didn’t know at this point.
“Marj. Baby. Honey.”
I opened my eyes. “Hmm?”
“I love you so much. That was so hot.”
“Mmm,” was all I could muster.
“Here,” he said. “Let me move you over so you’re comfortable.”
“Perfectly comfortable,” I murmured, closing my eyes again.
Still, he gently moved me so that my body was cradled by the silky sheet and the soft mattress. I held my arms out to him.
He smiled above me, his eyes heavy-lidded. “I can wait.”
No. I needed him to release, to experience the miracle I’d experienced. “Please,” I said softly. “Make love to me. Please.”
He smiled again, his chin and cheeks glistening with my wetness. Then he slowly pushed his cock into me.
“God. So tight.”
Yeah, I was tight. Tight as a drum after that plentiful orgasm. His big cock tunneled into me, burning through and making me want to come again. I wasn’t sure I could after that amazing climax, but damn, that slow burn…
“Can’t. Need to fuck you.”
Bryce increased his pace, thrusting…thrusting…thrusting…