She would never speak to him again if he stopped. Okay that was excessive, she'd still speak to him - and more than likely beg him to -not- stop, which was exactly what she was doing.
As if he would. But boy would she be angry if he did. Of course, that was neither here nor there, and all she could consciously think of was the man in her arms as she registered his words.
She clutched him close to her body, letting out a noise was more howl than human - esepcially in the acoustics of the bathroom when her peak hit, her heart hammering in her chest and her body spasming like she was hit by electricity, her breathing coming in great gasps as she clung to him, needing to come down from the high of lovemaking to be able to speak, let alone move.
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As if he would. But boy would she be angry if he did. Of course, that was neither here nor there, and all she could consciously think of was the man in her arms as she registered his words.
She clutched him close to her body, letting out a noise was more howl than human - esepcially in the acoustics of the bathroom when her peak hit, her heart hammering in her chest and her body spasming like she was hit by electricity, her breathing coming in great gasps as she clung to him, needing to come down from the high of lovemaking to be able to speak, let alone move.