than Simon Flear’s?”
“I only said his family jewels were big. The rest was sort of average.”
“Glad to hear it.” And with that, he slid into paradise. Apparently he groaned upon entry.
She clapped a hand over his mouth. “Shh!”
He nodded his understanding, and she took her hand away.
“You have to be careful.” She sounded endearingly earnest. “I can use a pillow, but that won’t work for you.”
With the most sensitive part of his anatomy buried in warm, vibrating, sensual comfort, he had trouble being worried about anything. “I could bite on a bullet.”
“We don’t have one. Plus that never seemed like a good idea. You could choke. But seriously, you have to control yourself.”
“Not easy.” He rocked his hips and withdrew just enough to feel the friction. This was going to be outstanding. Bellow-worthy. And he couldn’t make a sound, damn it.
He checked on Trina, and she was breathing fast. “Good?”
“Yes. But I’m worried. We could get carried away.”
“I hope we do.” He stroked again and she gasped. Now that was a gratifying reaction. Pausing, he listened carefully. “Hey, there’s no TV noise downstairs. If Dad was home, the TV would be on. Let’s go for it.”
“But—”
“It’ll be okay.” Without waiting to hear her objections, he began thrusting, deep, steady and with purpose.
She caught fire, rising to meet him. Clutching his back, she wrapped her legs around his hips, giving him access to go deeper. And she began to whimper.
What a glorious sound. He moved faster, ramping up the intensity. The bed creaked, and as he pumped harder, the headboard thumped against the wall with a wild, primitive beat. Her whimpers escalated to moans, and finally became jubilant cries of pleasure.
Yes! This was what he’d wanted! He struggled for breath as he continued to drive into her. They were both slick with sweat, their bodies sliding against each other in a perfect, balanced rhythm. “Come for me, Trina.” His voice was hoarse, foreign to his ears. “Come for me!”
She tightened around him and erupted with a loud wail. The headboard crashed against the wall twice more, and he followed her, surging forward to his climax with a shout of triumph.
And then, all was quiet except for their ragged breathing. Hutch leaned his forehead against hers. “I think…we got away with that.”
“Yeah.” She quivered in his arms. “And even…even if we didn’t…it was…”
“Worth it.”
“Uh-huh.”
Hutch kissed her slowly, with much gratitude. He’d experienced many moments of pure joy in his life. But this…this rivaled them all.
* * *
A > S DAWN BRIGHTENED the sky outside Hutch’s bedroom window, Trina roused herself from a brief nap and turned her head to gaze at her sleeping hero. She was no innocent virgin. She’d had lovers and two serious relationships. But she’d never spent such a passion-filled night with any man.
After their one noisy session, they’d turned down the volume but never the heat. They’d tried unusual positions that left them both helpless with muffled laughter. Then they’d gone back to the soul-shattering communication that went way beyond the term having sex. In every sense of the words, they’d made love. All night long.
And now, before the sun came up, she needed to get the heck out of this house. If Hutch’s dad was like most men of his generation, he rose early. She needed to beat him to the kitchen, where she’d escape quietly out the back door.
No point in waking Hutch. She’d text him later and they could figure out when and where they’d meet again. Now that she’d experienced lovemaking Hutch-style, she hoped her remaining three days would be filled to the brim with more encounters.
These days were a gift, and she had no illusions that more would come of it. She wasn’t about to leave her thoroughbred racing stable to trail around after him, and he made action-packed videos, or would again soon, that tended
Mari AKA Marianne Mancusi