because of it, violent tremors swept through his body. He pressed his forehead against hers and with his free hand dug his fingers into her wet tangles. “Kat,” he said softly, the timbre of his voice deeper than before. “You feel so damn good.”
Involuntarily her liquid muscles flexed around him. He moaned and because neither one of them could wait another moment, he moved in her.
“Oh, my, God … that feels so decadent,” she breathed, arching into him. His lips caught a nipple, and he sucked her as his hips moved back and forth, his thick hot shaft thrusting in and out of her. She was soaking wet and molten hot, the heat of their bodies steaming up the shower.
He clung to her as he filled her and filled her and filled her until the imminent release inside of her exploded with such force that the showerhead ripped from the pipe from the pressure of her body’s gyrations, crashing to the shower floor. As the orgasm ripped through her, she dug her fingers into his hair, pushed his head back, and kissed him.
His big body shuddered as his orgasm hit him. His raw moans of pleasure coincided with the last wave of her orgasm, and together, breathless, they crashed to earth.
They sank to the shower floor, Simon still inside of her, her legs still around his waist, his long powerful arms wrapped around her tremoring body, and for long minutes as they recovered, they held each other.
Katy closed her eyes and pressed her cheek against his chest. His heart banged like a kettle drum against her. Hers matched it beat for beat. It was crazy lusty sex, and she wanted more.
Her muscles flexed around his semi-hard erection.
“I’m going to need a few minutes,” he chuckled.
Heat smattered her cheeks. “I didn’t mean for you to—you know, go again.”
He reached over to the corner of the shower and turned the spewing water off from the broken pipe, then pulled slightly away from her, his green gaze searching her face. He raised his brows and said, “Really? Once is enough for you?”
“Um, not that I was counting, but there was more than one for me.”
He grinned. “I was counting those, too, and I know.”
Once again Katrina became uncomfortable with post-coital chitchat. With her previous lovers, it had inevitably, when she failed to climax, turned into a “What’s wrong with you?” lecture. Now that she had orgasmed—several times!—she was still gun-shy. Besides, she liked Simon too much to go there. There was no point in making their inevitable parting harder.
“I’d love to spend the day in bed with you,” she said far more casually than she felt. “But I’m sure you have to get to work and I have a flight to catch.”
“Oh yeah, work.” He grinned, smoothing damp hair from his forehead. “I forgot all about that.” He kissed the tip of her nose, catching her completely off guard. “You’re quite the distraction, Kat. Where are you flying off to?”
Um, did she tell him where she lived? Did it matter? “Home.”
“Where is home?”
“Does it matter?”
“Yeah,” he said pulling slightly away to look directly at her. “It kind of does.”
“I live in Northern California, Bay Area.”
“There’re flights to the Bay Area every hour out of San Diego. Catch a later one.”
“Normally, I wouldn’t have a problem with that,” she said, shifting away from him, more than cognizant of the fact they were still very much physically connected. This conversation was too intimate for something that was going to be over as soon as she dressed and walked out the door. “But I have work to get back to.”
He gently lifted her from his cock. Semen flowed out of her and she groaned. Panic flashed through her, but she calmed when she remembered Simon’s comment about being clean when Evan tossed him the condom. Call her naïve, but she had believed him. She was on birth control, but still it was very irresponsible of her not to have insisted he use a condom …
The reality of the
Involuntarily her liquid muscles flexed around him. He moaned and because neither one of them could wait another moment, he moved in her.
“Oh, my, God … that feels so decadent,” she breathed, arching into him. His lips caught a nipple, and he sucked her as his hips moved back and forth, his thick hot shaft thrusting in and out of her. She was soaking wet and molten hot, the heat of their bodies steaming up the shower.
He clung to her as he filled her and filled her and filled her until the imminent release inside of her exploded with such force that the showerhead ripped from the pipe from the pressure of her body’s gyrations, crashing to the shower floor. As the orgasm ripped through her, she dug her fingers into his hair, pushed his head back, and kissed him.
His big body shuddered as his orgasm hit him. His raw moans of pleasure coincided with the last wave of her orgasm, and together, breathless, they crashed to earth.
They sank to the shower floor, Simon still inside of her, her legs still around his waist, his long powerful arms wrapped around her tremoring body, and for long minutes as they recovered, they held each other.
Katy closed her eyes and pressed her cheek against his chest. His heart banged like a kettle drum against her. Hers matched it beat for beat. It was crazy lusty sex, and she wanted more.
Her muscles flexed around his semi-hard erection.
“I’m going to need a few minutes,” he chuckled.
Heat smattered her cheeks. “I didn’t mean for you to—you know, go again.”
He reached over to the corner of the shower and turned the spewing water off from the broken pipe, then pulled slightly away from her, his green gaze searching her face. He raised his brows and said, “Really? Once is enough for you?”
“Um, not that I was counting, but there was more than one for me.”
He grinned. “I was counting those, too, and I know.”
Once again Katrina became uncomfortable with post-coital chitchat. With her previous lovers, it had inevitably, when she failed to climax, turned into a “What’s wrong with you?” lecture. Now that she had orgasmed—several times!—she was still gun-shy. Besides, she liked Simon too much to go there. There was no point in making their inevitable parting harder.
“I’d love to spend the day in bed with you,” she said far more casually than she felt. “But I’m sure you have to get to work and I have a flight to catch.”
“Oh yeah, work.” He grinned, smoothing damp hair from his forehead. “I forgot all about that.” He kissed the tip of her nose, catching her completely off guard. “You’re quite the distraction, Kat. Where are you flying off to?”
Um, did she tell him where she lived? Did it matter? “Home.”
“Where is home?”
“Does it matter?”
“Yeah,” he said pulling slightly away to look directly at her. “It kind of does.”
“I live in Northern California, Bay Area.”
“There’re flights to the Bay Area every hour out of San Diego. Catch a later one.”
“Normally, I wouldn’t have a problem with that,” she said, shifting away from him, more than cognizant of the fact they were still very much physically connected. This conversation was too intimate for something that was going to be over as soon as she dressed and walked out the door. “But I have work to get back to.”
He gently lifted her from his cock. Semen flowed out of her and she groaned. Panic flashed through her, but she calmed when she remembered Simon’s comment about being clean when Evan tossed him the condom. Call her naïve, but she had believed him. She was on birth control, but still it was very irresponsible of her not to have insisted he use a condom …
The reality of the
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