He was amazing.
“Do something for me, Squire,” he said with effort as he sank deeper.
“Anything.” She meant it. She was lost in him. Owned by him.
He slid deep again, and she let out a small squeak of encouragement, her fingernails digging into his shoulders for purchase.
He brushed her nose with his. “Come for me. Say my name when you do it.”
She nodded, clinging to him tighter as his next thrust liquefied her bones.
“Right...now.”
On his command, an orgasm rolled through her like the crashing tide on the beach in her fantasy. She said a lot of words. Praising words, swear words, unintelligible words. She was pretty sure there was an “Isaac” in there somewhere. If not, she would talk him into giving her another chance to make it up to him.
As lights burst and contracted behind her closed eyelids, she swept her hands down his sweat-slicked back, tracing the contours of his firm muscles with her fingertips. Lazily she opened her eyes to meet his pain-and-pleasure expression.
“Your turn.” She flexed her inner muscles. His mouth dropped open and his eyes squeezed shut as his release shook his shoulders. He buried his face into her neck. Even so, she heard his muffled words.
He’d said her name, as well.