made a noise in her mouth, his movements inside her becoming short and hard—so fast she thought the friction would burn her up—and he started coming. He swelled inside her, impossibly, and came in huge hot jets and that set her off again, this time in tight clenches so hard she could feel it in her stomach muscles.
They slowed, quieted, and all the tension of the orgasm left her body in one huge whoosh, leaving her sprawled all over this huge man.
They were sticky with sweat and their juices, a feeling she’d ordinarily hate. With any other man, she’d have gotten out of bed as fast as possible to head into the shower.
Not now. Because, though they were sweaty and sticky, there was an amazing feeling of closeness, as if she’d become part of his body or he part of hers. It had never occurred to her before how incredibly intimate sex was.
It wasn’t just a pleasant pastime. It was a melding of bodies.
She felt every part of his body. His heart thumping against her breasts, the beats hard and steady. The crinkly chest and body hair like a little mattress, or like lying on a lawn. She smiled at that thought and opened her mouth to tell him when she felt him draw a huge breath, lifting her up.
“That was fun,” his deep voice rumbled. “Let’s do it again.”
Paige laughed, her stomach muscles brushing his.
He was serious, still hard inside her.
He gave one experimental thrust, as if asking permission, moving easily now that they’d both come.
Did she want another round right now? Hmmm. She felt really relaxed. Sex with him was exciting but really… intense.
Another smooth stroke, a kiss dropped on her shoulder.
Another. Oh God, he was heating her up.
She opened her mouth to say okay when her stomach suddenly rumbled.
“Well, I guess I have my answer,” he said good-naturedly.
And then his stomach rumbled.
He tilted her chin up with a long finger and waited until she opened her eyes. He smiled. “I vote we go eat ourselves silly then come back to bed. What do you say?”
And Paige Waring, staid scientist, said, “Sounds like a plan.”
O h man, he was in heaven. Max sat up and leaned back against something really soft. Silk, maybe. Or satin? The headboard was really comfortable and looked like something a Pascha would have. The bed, too. Real girly stuff. Amazingly frilly sheets with a sort of flounce around the bottom.
He sniffed appreciatively. Everything smelled so nice, too. Even over the smell of sex, which made him horny.
Everything made him horny now. It was as if his dick had had an “off” switch that had now been switched back on. Permanently.
Paige was taking a quick shower. She’d seen the interest on his face when she said that and shook a finger at him so he stayed in bed like a good boy.
There was plenty of time.
He hoped.
Paige came out—the bathroom door opening, flowery-smelling steam billowing out—wearing a thin silk robe, wet hair hanging down her back. Shower Paige. To be added to Beach Paige, and Scientist Paige, and Dinner Date Paige and Naked Paige.
He liked the last one best.
She smiled at him as he swung his legs over the side of the bed. “I don’t have anything that could possibly fit you, so I guess you should put these on.” And tossed him his briefs.
He caught them one-handed, and swallowed. Put them on, followed her to the living room. Max the dog was leaping in delight at seeing them again after all of an hour’s absence. “So… no clothes of absent boyfriends around?”
Not very subtle, but he suddenly had a burning need to know.
“Nope.” She gave him a sunny smile. “Nary a one.”
“So… this thing we’re having… ”
“This thing?” A little frown appeared between her ash-brown eyebrows.”
Max felt like choking. “Yeah, this thing. This affair.” Words were sticking in his throat like razor blades, each one sharp. “Whatever it is we’re having, it’s exclusive, right?”
Her head cocked and she just stared at
They slowed, quieted, and all the tension of the orgasm left her body in one huge whoosh, leaving her sprawled all over this huge man.
They were sticky with sweat and their juices, a feeling she’d ordinarily hate. With any other man, she’d have gotten out of bed as fast as possible to head into the shower.
Not now. Because, though they were sweaty and sticky, there was an amazing feeling of closeness, as if she’d become part of his body or he part of hers. It had never occurred to her before how incredibly intimate sex was.
It wasn’t just a pleasant pastime. It was a melding of bodies.
She felt every part of his body. His heart thumping against her breasts, the beats hard and steady. The crinkly chest and body hair like a little mattress, or like lying on a lawn. She smiled at that thought and opened her mouth to tell him when she felt him draw a huge breath, lifting her up.
“That was fun,” his deep voice rumbled. “Let’s do it again.”
Paige laughed, her stomach muscles brushing his.
He was serious, still hard inside her.
He gave one experimental thrust, as if asking permission, moving easily now that they’d both come.
Did she want another round right now? Hmmm. She felt really relaxed. Sex with him was exciting but really… intense.
Another smooth stroke, a kiss dropped on her shoulder.
Another. Oh God, he was heating her up.
She opened her mouth to say okay when her stomach suddenly rumbled.
“Well, I guess I have my answer,” he said good-naturedly.
And then his stomach rumbled.
He tilted her chin up with a long finger and waited until she opened her eyes. He smiled. “I vote we go eat ourselves silly then come back to bed. What do you say?”
And Paige Waring, staid scientist, said, “Sounds like a plan.”
O h man, he was in heaven. Max sat up and leaned back against something really soft. Silk, maybe. Or satin? The headboard was really comfortable and looked like something a Pascha would have. The bed, too. Real girly stuff. Amazingly frilly sheets with a sort of flounce around the bottom.
He sniffed appreciatively. Everything smelled so nice, too. Even over the smell of sex, which made him horny.
Everything made him horny now. It was as if his dick had had an “off” switch that had now been switched back on. Permanently.
Paige was taking a quick shower. She’d seen the interest on his face when she said that and shook a finger at him so he stayed in bed like a good boy.
There was plenty of time.
He hoped.
Paige came out—the bathroom door opening, flowery-smelling steam billowing out—wearing a thin silk robe, wet hair hanging down her back. Shower Paige. To be added to Beach Paige, and Scientist Paige, and Dinner Date Paige and Naked Paige.
He liked the last one best.
She smiled at him as he swung his legs over the side of the bed. “I don’t have anything that could possibly fit you, so I guess you should put these on.” And tossed him his briefs.
He caught them one-handed, and swallowed. Put them on, followed her to the living room. Max the dog was leaping in delight at seeing them again after all of an hour’s absence. “So… no clothes of absent boyfriends around?”
Not very subtle, but he suddenly had a burning need to know.
“Nope.” She gave him a sunny smile. “Nary a one.”
“So… this thing we’re having… ”
“This thing?” A little frown appeared between her ash-brown eyebrows.”
Max felt like choking. “Yeah, this thing. This affair.” Words were sticking in his throat like razor blades, each one sharp. “Whatever it is we’re having, it’s exclusive, right?”
Her head cocked and she just stared at
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