He groaned aloud when her ankles locked at the small of his back. They were rocking together in sharp, deep thrusts. He felt his balls pull up even tighter, right on the edge of agony.
‘Brody!’ she cried as she came, her inner muscles squeezing all around him.
Brody clenched his fist tight. He came in an explosion, and the sheet above him turned wet. ‘Jenny,’ he groaned, gritting his teeth as it kept on going.
And going.
When it was over, he sagged into the pillow-top mattress, all his muscles turning loose at once. He worried briefly that he’d been too loud, that he’d actually called out her name. He glanced at the closed bedroom door, but in that moment, he didn’t give a damn. The orgasm had used up all the energy he had left. He closed his eyes and sank right back into the fantasy.
He fell asleep dreaming of her smiling as she looked up at him. She stroked her hand down his belly to where they were connected. ‘I like my bacon with two eggs,’ she whispered.
He was laughing as he rolled with her in his arms.
Find somewhere else for her to stay? He didn’t think so. She was staying right here with him.