Page 132 of Duty and Desire
He did not collapse on me when he came down.
Oh no.
Not Mo.
I knew his climax was big, I saw it, felt it,heard it.
But even if he couldn’t possibly be over it, he rolled so he was on his back, I was on him, and we were still connected.
I rested my cheek on his pec.
He clamped one hand on the side of my neck, one hand on the cheek of my ass.
It was quite a trip, riding the powerful rises and falls of his chest as his breath evened out.
It felt like riding a mountain.
I loved every second.
Eventually, his thumb came out to stroke my jaw.
“We’ll go slower next time,” he murmured.
“Okay,” I murmured back, stroking the smooth valley between pectorals with the backs of my fingers.
“Hawk gave me two days off.”
“I’m calling in sick.”
At first, I didn’t know what was happening. I also didn’t know what I was hearing.
It took a second to realize the quaking of his big body and the deep noises that were tumbling low around the room were indications Mo was chuckling.
It seemed like a very long time since I heard him laugh and I’d never heard his humor come like that.
But hearing it, I wanted to see it.
So I lifted my head and looked down at him.
Face relaxed, sated, eyes soft and warm and aimed down his nose at me.
“You haven’t kissed me,” I whispered.
“I’ve totally kissed you,” he whispered back. “Just not your mouth.”
Oh yeah.
Right.
I smiled at him. “Our first kiss a pussy kiss. I like it.”
His mouth quirked, his eyes dropped to my lips then his arms went around me, and I was on my back with Mo covering me, his lips on mine, his tongue gliding inside.
I made a mew, rounded him with my arms, my legs, and sucked his tongue deeper.
He tasted precisely like I thought Mo would taste and he kissed like I thought Mo would kiss.
Overwhelmingly amazing.
