Page 76 of Smooth Moves
“So fuckin’ good,” he whispered and began to move.
But he didn’t forget her. Cash reached around to her clit. The pressure of his fingers in time with his body inside hers took over every sense. In and out he slid while his skilled fingers played her. He cupped her breast with his other hand, his pelvis rocking against her. Faster, harder.
He rubbed her with increasing pressure as he pinched her nipple, and she cried out as an orgasm overpowered her.
Cash kept rubbing then shoved once more and groaned, shuddering as he filled her.
He murmured something against her shoulder and kissed her, still pumping those hips. And then he lay still.
After a moment, he spoke. “Am I dreaming?”
She smiled, felt him cup her breast, stroking with familiarity, and sighed. “I’m dreaming too. I came so hard.”
He groaned. “God, me too. All in you.” He withdrew a fraction before easing back into her and cursed. “I want you again. I have to have you.”
“No.” She pulled away and tried to bodily move him on top of her. When he finally moved where she wanted him, she gripped his slick cock, not surprised he remained half-hard. “Ihave to haveyou.”
“You do, huh?” He pushed himself inside her again and lay there, not moving. The moon shifted behind some clouds and allowed a sliver of light into his bedroom. She saw him smile. “I think that can be arranged.”
