Page 62 of The Luminosity of Loriana Harper

Eitherhe’djustgivenher an amazing climax or she was truly exhausted. Likely both, but he chose to believe the former was a big part of her drifting off.

He eyed his erection with skepticism. He had various options, but letting it die a natural death felt more respectful. Going into the bathroom and finishing himself off was an option—but it held little appeal. He snagged a tissue from the box, wiped down his fingers, and tossed the tissue in the trash. Then he coaxed Loriana to lie on her side. He snuggled up behind her and yanked the covers over them. Finally, he pulled her close. His front to her back. His thighs cradling hers. His arm around her waist. He breathed in the scent of her shampoo as he let himself go.

Sometime later, he floated back into consciousness.

A very delectable ass was pressing against his cock. Said appendage had sat up and taken notice.

Loriana reached behind and grabbed his thigh. “Are you awake?”

He rumbled a chuckle. “I am now.”

“Cool.”

Cool?

She raked her fingernails down his thigh, then nudged his hip.

Assuming she wanted him to lie flat, he followed her guidance.

She turned over so she faced him. “Sorry.” Her grin was sheepish and lit her face.

“For what?”

“Falling asleep on you.” She poked him in the ribs.

He shrugged. “I’m a pretty easygoing guy. I assumed you didn’t fall asleep because you were bored.”

“Uh, no. Definitely not. I think that orgasm lulled me right into sleep. You’re pretty talented.”

You haven’t seen anything yet.

But he didn’t utter those words. He didn’t want to appear arrogant. And just because a couple of lovers had complimented his technique, didn’t mean he’d get it right this time.

Loriana traced indiscriminate patterns on his chest. She seemed to enjoy the feel of his chest hair—which was sparse—and beamed when his nipples puckered under her ministrations. She met his gaze. “You ready for more?”

More?He’d leave happy enough for what they’d done. But as her she trailed her fingers down his abs and lower still, he sat up to attention. She grasped him intimately, and he sucked in a breath.

“I think you’re intrigued.”

“Oh, I’m that, all right. And a whole lot more.” He gazed into fathomless brown eyes. “So only one question remains—who’s on top?”

She grinned, released him, and stretched over him to grab a condom. “You this time and me the next. I like to mix things up.”

He liked the sound of that. He snagged the condom and lowered the sheet so he could sheathe himself.

Loriana lay back and lazily traced her hands all over her body.

He grew painfully hard. After dropping the condom wrapper on the nightstand, he rolled over so he lay above her. He balanced on his elbows and gazed into her eyes.

She nodded and opened her thighs.

He lowered himself. Then, ever so slowly, he pressed inside her. She was tight, so he took his time—enjoying every inch of heat.

Grasping his biceps, she continued to hold his gaze. Her pupils were blown wide, and when she gave the subtlest nod, he took his cue. He withdrew then pressed back. Pulled almost out and thrust back in. Keeping up the rhythm was easy—this was a ritual as old as time. And as he increased the tempo, her breath came in short, sharp pants.

He wanted to say something, but the situation felt too tenuous. So he continued his relentless pursuit of her orgasm. He was known for his dedication, and he intended to live up to that reputation tonight.

As she clawed at his back, her muscles strained and tightened.

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