Page 621 of Rock Me All Night
"For once, you're making sense."
"Turn around."
I do. My back presses against his chest.
He presses his palm against my stomach and pulls my body into his. "Two orgasms isn't enough."
"A lot of sense. You must have taken a seminar or something."
"I must have." He chuckles. "You want to go for three or four?"
"Three."
His hand slides between my legs. "Too bad. I want four."
I can't exactly object to that. My body is still putty. I melt into his touch. My eyelids press together. The room fills with our breath, our heartbeats, the moans escaping my lips as he strokes me to another orgasm.
I groan his name as I come.
He gives me a second to rest, then he's stroking me again. The pressure is intense. I'm not sure I have anything left.
His groan against my ear convinces me.
Within moments, I'm coming again. I dig my nails into his thighs to contain the pleasure that spills through my body.
When I'm finally finished, I nestle into his body.
"You're going to kill me at this rate," I groan.
"Is that a complaint?"
"No." Death by orgasm isn't a bad way to go.
"Didn't think so." He pulls me closer.
My eyelids press together. I should get up, brush my teeth, wash up.
But I can't. Right now, the world is perfect.
I fall asleep in Pete's arms.
