once,” she commanded.
Making a growl-like sound in his throat, Eric bowed his muscle-rigid body and thrust into her, only to withdraw and thrust again, and again.
In the grip of the sudden onslaught of unbearable tension, Tina sank her nails into his flesh, urging him deeper and deeper into her, wanting more and more and yet more of him.
His teeth clenched and bared, his taut muscles quivering with strain, Eric drove himself and her relentlessly, striving for the ultimate pinnacle of simultaneous release.
The harsh sounds of their ragged breaths beat against her ears. Sweat slicked their bodies. And still they continued to hammer remorselessly at one another.
Tina was barely breathing when the gathering tightness inside her pulsed a warning of imminent release. Eric’s increased efforts signaled his understanding.
A final breath, a strangled gasp, and then Tina shattered into a million thrilling pieces of cascading completion. At that exact same instant, she heard Eric’s cry of triumph, and shared the throbbing attainment of his pleasure.
“Whoa,” Eric murmured, levering himself away from her to flop onto the mattress beside her. “That was...” He paused, as if groping for words.
“Incredible?” Tina supplied, dragging quick breaths into her oxygen-depleted body.
“Yeah,” he said on an exhaled breath.
“Tremendous?”
“Yeah.” He turned his head to smile at her.
“Fantastic?” She smiled back.
“Oh, yeah, in spades.” Eric would give her that much, but no more. The experience had been, still was, too new, too intense, too mind-blasting, too never-before.
He would need time, time to think about it later, to ponder the nuances of the emotional and mental effects...if he dared to think about it at all.
Time. What time was it, anyway? Eric frowned and swept the room with a searching glance. His gaze fastened on the illuminated numbers on the digital clock on the nightstand next to Tina’s side of the bed.
Tina’s side of the bed.
The thought repeated itself in ringing tones inside Eric’s head. In thinking about it as Tina’s side, was he therefore assuming territorial rights to the side of the bed his exhausted body now occupied?
Eric mentally backed away from that idea—it contained overtones he didn’t care to contemplate.
What time was it? Although he had looked, was still looking at the clock, he had not registered the time. Focusing, he peered at the dark red digits.
It read 11:16 p.m. Four hours since dinner.
His stomach rumbled.
“I’m hungry.”
Tina had drifted into a light doze. Her eyes blinked open at the abrupt and decisive sound of his voice.
“After all you ate for dinner?” she asked in tones of amazed disbelief.
Eric shrugged. “In case you haven’t noticed,” he drawled, “I’m a big man.”
Pulling a droll expression, Tina skimmed a glance the length of his sprawled body, before coming to rest on the most masculine section of it.
“I’ve noticed,” she replied, in a voice every bit as droll as her expression.
Laughing at the rejoinder he had left himself wide open for, Eric pushed himself upright. His laughter ceased abruptly when he saw her shiver. It wasn’t until that moment that he became aware of the cool air in the room chilling the perspiration drying on his skin.
“You’re cold,” he said, swinging his long legs over the edge of the bed and standing to stretch luxuriously. “C’mon, a hot shower will warm you up.”
The look Tina leveled at him was less than enthusiastic. “So would a blanket,” she retorted.
Eric gave her his most lascivious smile. “Yeah, but it wouldn’t be half the fun.”
She shut her eyes and grasped the blanket with one hand to pull it around her shivering body. “I’d rather sleep— Oh! Eric, what are you doing?” she cried as, laughing, he slid his arms under her and swept her off the bed.
Not bothering to answer, Eric tightened his hold on her, to share his body warmth with her, but also
Making a growl-like sound in his throat, Eric bowed his muscle-rigid body and thrust into her, only to withdraw and thrust again, and again.
In the grip of the sudden onslaught of unbearable tension, Tina sank her nails into his flesh, urging him deeper and deeper into her, wanting more and more and yet more of him.
His teeth clenched and bared, his taut muscles quivering with strain, Eric drove himself and her relentlessly, striving for the ultimate pinnacle of simultaneous release.
The harsh sounds of their ragged breaths beat against her ears. Sweat slicked their bodies. And still they continued to hammer remorselessly at one another.
Tina was barely breathing when the gathering tightness inside her pulsed a warning of imminent release. Eric’s increased efforts signaled his understanding.
A final breath, a strangled gasp, and then Tina shattered into a million thrilling pieces of cascading completion. At that exact same instant, she heard Eric’s cry of triumph, and shared the throbbing attainment of his pleasure.
“Whoa,” Eric murmured, levering himself away from her to flop onto the mattress beside her. “That was...” He paused, as if groping for words.
“Incredible?” Tina supplied, dragging quick breaths into her oxygen-depleted body.
“Yeah,” he said on an exhaled breath.
“Tremendous?”
“Yeah.” He turned his head to smile at her.
“Fantastic?” She smiled back.
“Oh, yeah, in spades.” Eric would give her that much, but no more. The experience had been, still was, too new, too intense, too mind-blasting, too never-before.
He would need time, time to think about it later, to ponder the nuances of the emotional and mental effects...if he dared to think about it at all.
Time. What time was it, anyway? Eric frowned and swept the room with a searching glance. His gaze fastened on the illuminated numbers on the digital clock on the nightstand next to Tina’s side of the bed.
Tina’s side of the bed.
The thought repeated itself in ringing tones inside Eric’s head. In thinking about it as Tina’s side, was he therefore assuming territorial rights to the side of the bed his exhausted body now occupied?
Eric mentally backed away from that idea—it contained overtones he didn’t care to contemplate.
What time was it? Although he had looked, was still looking at the clock, he had not registered the time. Focusing, he peered at the dark red digits.
It read 11:16 p.m. Four hours since dinner.
His stomach rumbled.
“I’m hungry.”
Tina had drifted into a light doze. Her eyes blinked open at the abrupt and decisive sound of his voice.
“After all you ate for dinner?” she asked in tones of amazed disbelief.
Eric shrugged. “In case you haven’t noticed,” he drawled, “I’m a big man.”
Pulling a droll expression, Tina skimmed a glance the length of his sprawled body, before coming to rest on the most masculine section of it.
“I’ve noticed,” she replied, in a voice every bit as droll as her expression.
Laughing at the rejoinder he had left himself wide open for, Eric pushed himself upright. His laughter ceased abruptly when he saw her shiver. It wasn’t until that moment that he became aware of the cool air in the room chilling the perspiration drying on his skin.
“You’re cold,” he said, swinging his long legs over the edge of the bed and standing to stretch luxuriously. “C’mon, a hot shower will warm you up.”
The look Tina leveled at him was less than enthusiastic. “So would a blanket,” she retorted.
Eric gave her his most lascivious smile. “Yeah, but it wouldn’t be half the fun.”
She shut her eyes and grasped the blanket with one hand to pull it around her shivering body. “I’d rather sleep— Oh! Eric, what are you doing?” she cried as, laughing, he slid his arms under her and swept her off the bed.
Not bothering to answer, Eric tightened his hold on her, to share his body warmth with her, but also
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