Page 45 of Dirty Filthy Boy
"You like this, MacKenna?"
"Yes, Ty, yes."
I kiss her, a deep soulful kiss that goes straight through me. And her too, going by the way her body trembles. "A little more, sweetheart?"
"Okay."
I do, and she bites down on her lip.
"Too much?"
"No." She curls her hand around my neck and brings my mouth to her lips. "Just right."
I try to go slow, for her sake. Hell, for mine as well. I want to enjoy this as long as I can. But soon her motion becomes more frantic and her moans become more urgent. When she scratches my back, something inside me breaks. And I let go and pound into her, giving her everything I have.
"Ty, oh, my god, Ty." Her climax hits and she screams.
I bury my head in her neck and reach for my own release.
Minutes, hours later, our breathing, our heartbeats return to normal. I know she can't leave, not with the blockade at the door, but even so, I curl my body around her and latch my arm around here. If she so much as twitches, I'll know.
