The sensation started low in her belly and continued to build until it shot into her pelvis and rocked her body in waves. She gasped and arched her back, her fingernails sinking into his back without either one realizing it. He followed her a moment later with a low sound from deep in his throat and a final thrust from his lean hips. They paused, freezing themselves into position, savouring the aftershocks of bliss before he allowed himself to gently fall forward, crushing her breasts between them. He licked his lips slowly, sensuously, before allowing them to meet hers. His hair tickled her forehead as he kissed her, slowly now that he was sated. She ran her fingers through his silky, sweat dampened hair. They each took huge breaths, trying to slow their racing hearts.
He eased up onto one of his elbows, taking some of his weight off of her, and stared down at her with his summer sky blue eyes, lined with thick dark lashes. His lids were heavy with lust. Bedroom eyes, people called them. She called them heaven. He licked his lips again and she followed the movement, relished it, in fact. Muscles reacted involuntarily and a slow smile crossed his perfectly formed lips.
“Really?” His voice was husky, but his eyes danced in the fading light.
“I can’t help it. I can’t get enough of you.” Her voice felt thick, she could only imagine what it sounded like.
E. E. Wildwood 