After Love by Kathy Clark Page B

tightened her legs until he was completely supporting her weight. The shift buried him even more deeply in her, and he carried her across the kitchen and into the living room.
    He practically pushed her onto the couch and followed her down, his dick still deep inside her. He kissed her lips, her neck, and her breasts with every movement until the rhythm became so fast and frantic that all he could do was gasp for breath. He knew he was close, too close. But it was important that Jamie have her pleasure too, so he held back.
    As her passion built, he could feel her getting wetter. Her hips rose and her short nails dug into his back. Finally she soared over the top, crying out and tightening her muscles around him, stroking and milking him until he lost all conscious thought, his brain locked in the intensity of a fantastic orgasm.
    Slowly reality oozed back into his mind, and he realized he was lying heavily on top of her. He shifted his weight, but the space on the couch was so tight that he rolled off onto the floor. Automatically he reached out, trying to grab on to something…anything, and that happened to be Jamie.
    She tumbled down with him, landing on top with a thud. Whatever cool factor he’d had up to that point was completely lost in the awkward dismount. What an ignoble ending to one of the most exciting sexual encounters he’d ever had.
    Then Jamie giggled.
    Well, that only made it worse.
    She sat up, her legs straddling his body. “Wow, you really know how to finish with a bang.”
    He looked up at her twinkling eyes, now more blue than green. It was quite a struggle to keep his gaze from clinging to the beauty of her bouncing breasts and the postcoital glow of her skin. Just a quick glimpse had caused his exhausted penis to spring back to life.
    She looked down at his renewed erection with appreciation. “Impressive.”
    “You do have a powerful effect on me.” He grabbed her hips and lifted her, then slowly lowered her onto his shaft.
    Jamie’s eyes widened in surprise, then her eyelids fluttered halfway closed as she savored the sensations he was arousing. He lifted her again, then she took over, rising and lowering with sensual motions as if she were riding a mechanical bull. Nick watched her, enthralled by the suppleness of her body. Even though she had full breasts and a round, firm ass, there wasn’t any extra weight on her anywhere. She earned her muscles through hard work rather than hours in the gym, and somehow that made her more attractive to him.
    He reached up and cupped both breasts, lightly teasing and pinching her nipples as they grew firm under his touch. It was a body he would never grow tired of looking at and playing with.
    Caught up in the pure pleasure of her movements, she threw her head back. Her chestnut-colored hair flowed down her back and over her shoulders like liquid copper, shimmering with every motion.
    Nick gave over control to her, letting her regulate the speed and range of motion, and he lay there enjoying the heat and snugness inside her most intimate core. When she reached back and cradled his testicles, electricity shot through him. Suddenly the heat turned from tepid to flaming hot.
    He flipped her over, carefully cradling her head before moving his hands so they were flat on the floor on each side of her. He plunged into her, and she rose to meet him. It didn’t take but a few more thrusts before she was screaming his name. His own release followed, but this time he was careful not to put his full weight on her as he floated back to earth.
    They lay there, their limbs entangled, their skin slick with sweat.
    “I made a chocolate cake for dessert,” she said, her voice muffled against his neck.
    “I thought this was dessert.” He nuzzled his face into her hair. “It was delicious.”
    “Hmm…I’m glad you liked it.” She stirred, pulling away from him. She took the red, white, and blue crocheted throw off the back of the couch and wrapped it around