Sex and Key Lime Pie by Kat Attalla

measure of satisfaction.
    She straddled her legs across his hips. Her body shuddered as he entered her. She closed around him, tangling him in a silky web of heat. Her fingers dug into the flesh of his back.
    She held him as if she were afraid he might try to leave. It had taken him too long to find his way back to her. He wasn’t going anywhere. Smiling, he touched his mouth to hers. She enjoyed what he did to her body and in turn encouraged him to keep giving her pleasure. Seeing her nearly out of control gave him a cocky sense of self-satisfaction.
    He caught the hard tip of her breast playfully in his teeth. She tightened around him. Her movement nearly sent him right over too.
    “Enough.” Her raspy voice reflected the need he felt.
    He sucked in a deep breath, hoping to delay the inevitable a few moments longer.
    “I want you now.” Her words spilled out with a breathless moan.
    He lowered her onto the sofa cushions and covered her with the full weight of his body. Setting the rhythm, slowly at first but quickly gaining momentum, he pushed inside her, filling her over and over. She matched his every move, working in tandem toward one single pursuit.
    Her unrestrained sighs and sexy little squeaks were music. As tremors rocked her body, she cried out his name. The last thread of his control snapped. Settling deep inside her one last time, he gave into the long awaited release. Silent tears spilled from her glazed eyes. He licked them, savoring the salty taste of her release. Only then, did he allow himself the pleasure of the same, exhilarating climax.
    ****
    Cheyanne let out a deep purr of contentment. As far as earth-shattering experiences go, this one went right off the Richter scale. She sat up and looked out the window at the sparkling harbor lights. Red, white, and blue beams lit the top of the lighthouse in anticipation of the Fourth of July weekend just ten days away. Did the town look exceptionally spectacular tonight, or was she just feeling that way?
    Luc, wearing nothing but a satisfied smile, stared at the ceiling. Her pulse fluttered. Even after catching her breath, her body still trembled with aftershocks. Now she realized why she never got over him. In the past nine years, no other man had managed to generate even a spark of arousal, let alone set her on fire the way Luc did. At the same time, her head warned her to tread lightly. He made no promise of a future. She only had the here and now. However long that might last.
    As she started to slip from the sofa, Luc snaked his arm around her waist and pulled her back. “What’s your hurry?”
    “My unpacking won’t take care of itself.”
    “But it will wait.” His fingertips brushed her breast, still tender from their lovemaking.
    “For a while,” she agreed.
    Luc had never been a demonstrative person, so his desire to cuddle came as a pleasant surprise. She snuggled closer, basking in the warmth of his naked body engulfing hers.
    “Do you have any plans this weekend?”
    “Other than recovering from you?” she asked. The warmth of his laughter tickled her neck.
    “Yeah, other than that,” he said.
    “I’m working with Tony tomorrow and then I’m catching the six o’clock to Boston.”
    “I’ll drive you.”
    “I’m going to pick up my van and some of my stuff.”
    “So, I’ll take the train with you.”
    His offer was so unexpected, so out of character, she almost wished she could accept. Just the possibility of a weekend alone with him made her giddy. His timing couldn’t have been worse.
    “I need to tell you something.”
    His body tensed. “You don’t have to explain. I’m sure you have your own life in Boston.”
    “Not the life you’re suggesting, but I don’t think you are going to like it, anyway.”
    “What makes you think I’d care?”
    Great! Angry and defensive; a bitter combination she’d tried to avoid. She had hoped... no, she had prayed that what they just shared might change how he felt about her.