Jennifer and Rocket (The Princesses of Silicon Valley Book 6) by Anita Claire

amazing buzz starts at my core, runs through me, and around my brain. I can hear a voice gasping and screaming…is that me? A few deep primordial grunts escape his lips. While I start pulling away…the sensations are too overwhelming. He stops thrusting. I open my eyes and take in his body. It’s covered in a light sheen of sweat. His expression is intense. My whole body is rocking and vibrating. He drops down on his side and rolls over onto his back. I peer at him. He’s breathing hard. I’m more than breathing hard, I’m uncontrollably shaking while my brain is uncontrollably buzzing.
    Holy shit!
    Was I electrocuted?
    I’ve never experienced anything like this.
    Is this what it feels like when he hits the G-spot?
    He throws a blanket over me, then reaches down and gently grasps my hand.
    “Not bad,” he says.
    Not bad? Did he experience what I experienced? Is this normal sex for him? Not bad! That was fucking amazing!

Chapter 17 – Sex…Finally
Rocket
     
    My body vibrates then stills as I come down from an amazing orgasm.
    Great timing.
    Great rhythm.
    Amazing sex!
    Our bodies are perfectly calibrated for each other.
    Waiting till Jennifer peaks I finish and pull.
    Looking down at her beautiful body, I can’t help but notice that her nipples are pebbled and hard, she has this unfocused look in her eyes, and she’s vibrating—actually shaking. Her back is still arched and her head is still slightly tipped back.
    How can women last so long? I watch her, she still coming down.
    I lean down and grab my quilt, throwing it over her as she flinches from the light touch. Lying back, my brain feels relaxed as the post-coital bliss rolls over me. I reach over and hold onto Jennifer’s hand.
    “Not bad,” I say as a contented smile plasters itself across my face.
    Jennifer’s a sweet, pretty girl, but man, we got some crazy rhythm going, and I think I hit her G-spot without even trying.
    This girl’s amazing.
    As I feel her coming down, I maneuver her closer to me, intertwining my feet with hers. After sex, I usually have an aversion to someone touching me. Many times I’ve had an overriding need to either sleep or flee, but not tonight. There’s something about Jennifer. She captivated me that first night we met, and it hasn’t waned. It’s been a fun chase, I’m glad I finally caught her.
    ***
    In the morning, I wake up thirsty. After gulping down the water bottle next to my bed, I hear a soft sound. Reaching my fingers over, I feel Jennifer’s sweet skin. My fingers take over as I enjoy her curves. She mumbles and rolls over. I head into the kitchen, grab the container of orange juice, and drink it down as I turn on the coffee maker. I peer into the bedroom, Jennifer hasn’t yet moved. When the coffee is done, I carry a mug back for her. I nestle in tight next to her warmth.
    “Hey, sleepyhead, you want some coffee?” I quietly say into her ear.
    She rolls over, smiles sweetly, and stretches out her arms. I lean down and give her a light kiss.
    “Hey, no fair, I haven’t had a chance to brush my teeth,” she says with a pout.
    I chuckle as she slinks out of bed, grabs her purse, and runs into the bathroom. I hear her gasp before saying, “Shit, look at my hair.”
    “Your hair looks fine. I want you back in my bed,” I yell at her.
    She’s in there for a long time. Eventually, she comes back out, naked and acting shy as she tries to cover herself up. I grab her arm and pull her on my lap so she’s straddling me.
    Stroking her hair by her temples, there are a million things I want to say. But I’m an artist, not a poet, so I smile and kiss those pretty, pink lips. I run my sculpture-trained fingers down the curves of her back and around her hot ass. I make the kiss long and sweet as I reach down to get her going. My dick’s ahead of us as I feel her start to come.
    With her still sitting on me, I move her legs a little wider as I maneuver myself so my dick’s positioned just right, then I rock