Talking Sense by Serenity Woods

him.
    Only then did he let himself go. He gave a glorious roar, and heat rushed up inside him as his climax swept over him, making his muscles go rigid and his hips jerk repeatedly as he came inside her.
    It seemed to go on forever, and by the time he finished he was covered in sweat and shaking with exertion. He lowered his forehead onto her shoulder, hoping he hadn’t hurt her, giving slow, shallow movements of his hips and making them both sigh.
    Finally he lifted his head and looked into her eyes. She blinked, apparently speechless, so he kissed her red, bruised mouth with soft, apologetic kisses.
    “Are you okay?” he murmured, hoping he hadn’t been too rough. She’d asked him to be, hadn’t she? But maybe he’d overdone it.
    She nodded, still blinking, but didn’t say anything.
    Puzzled at her reticence, he withdrew and disposed of the condom, rolled onto his back and drew her up against him with one arm. She curled up next to him and rested her head on his shoulder.
    He waited for a while, expecting her to recover and start smart-mouthing him with some comment about how he’d forgotten to be polite or something, but instead she just trailed her fingers through the hairs on his chest until he finally lifted her chin to look at him.
    “Did I hurt you?” he asked, concerned. “Only I kind of got carried away.”
    “I noticed.” She looked back at his chest. “No, you didn’t hurt me.”
    “Mia? What’s wrong?”
    She met his gaze. “Nothing.” For the first time an impish smile touched her lips. “You were amazing.”
    He glowed inside, but said, “ We were amazing.”
    “Mm, but you were…” She searched for a word and moistened her lips with the tip of her tongue. “Yummy,” she finished, grinning, and he started to laugh.
    “What a great description. Are you going to eat me up?”
    She giggled and rested her head on his chest. “Maybe later. First I really do think I’ll get some sleep.”
    He stroked her hair, pleased that she didn’t want him to go and thrilled at the mention of more sex before the night was up.
    “Thank you,” she said.
    He kissed the top of her head. “For what?”
    “Everything. Looking after me. Worrying about me. Loving me like that. How did you know that was just what I needed?”
    “Well, I did what I normally do and hoped you’d like it,” he said honestly.
    She lifted her head and rested her chin on his chest. “Really?”
    “Yep. Luckily it appeared to work.”
    “It did. Three times!” She smiled and then nibbled her bottom lip, clearly intrigued. “Is it always like that for you?”
    “No.” He didn’t elaborate, not wanting to admit it had been extra-special because he was crazy about her.
    “Me neither. Three times in one session is by far a personal best.”
    “You’ll have to see if you can beat that in the next Olympic Games.”
    Their amused gazes met for a moment. Again he felt that spark shoot between them, that uh-oh, this is more than just sex glow, but he couldn’t think what to say and he didn’t want to spoil the moment, so he just smiled and winked at her.
    “We should check the headboard’s still in one piece before we leave,” she said.
    He chuckled. “Hopefully the room next door was empty, or we might have a few complaints.”
    “You think? You were very…energetic.”
    Guilt twinged through him. “I’m sorry. I hoped you’d let me know if it got too uncomfortable. I kind of lost the plot near the end.”
    Her lips curved. “It wasn’t a complaint. I like it rough. I just didn’t expect it.” Her eyes danced. “You look like such a nice boy. I’m shocked.”
    “You thought I’d do as I was told and then ask permission before I came?”
    She giggled. “Something like that. Your mother would be so disappointed.”
    “She would. She’d want me to say thank you, by the way.”
    “Thank you ,” she said, so heartfelt that he laughed.
    He stroked her cheek. “I can’t believe men find you intimidating.