Page 25 of Love Affair in London (Once Again #12)

He wanted to tell her it wasn’t just sex—it was making love—but he said, “It’s way better now. I might not be able to go every fifteen minutes, but I can make it last longer. Make it so much better.”

Running her hand along his jaw, she brushed her lips against his. “And I can come for at least fifty-five seconds straight.”

With a soft laugh, he said, “Then just wait until you’re ninety.”

She smirked. “Not sure I’ll have the energy for this at ninety.”

He kissed her temple. “You will. You’re a sensual woman. You’ll never stop wanting it.”

Her body pressed against his sent a thrill through him. “Maybe you’re right,” she purred. “I love sex more now than I ever did. I just wish I’d known back then what I was missing.”

He kissed her ear. “Then let’s make sure we don’t miss a thing now.” Skimming his hands over her body, he teased her nipple with his thumb. “I’ve made you come twice. We should make it at least five.”

She moaned at his touch. “Are you ready again?”

“Not yet,” he admitted. “But that doesn’t mean I can’t make you feel good until I am.”

She lay sprawled on the bed while he went to the bathroom.

Then he was on her again, with his lips, his tongue, his hands, his fingers.

She wasn’t sure each orgasm lasted fifty-five seconds, but it seemed as if she’d barely finished one before he shoved her off the cliff for another, until the sensations felt like one long climax.

He seemed intent on proving they were so much better now than they ever could have been when they were young.

Of course, she was twelve years older than him.

But with each orgasm, he proved that her age was just a number.

Finally, she had to crawl away, the pleasure almost too intense. “I can’t do it again.” Her breath shot out of her, the words coming with a gasp. She couldn’t even count how many times he’d made her come. How many seconds, how many minutes.

He hauled her close against him. “Come on, baby, just one more.”

Her laugh sounding like a grumble, she pushed away. “I can’t take one more. I swear.”

He held her as her heart raced, and her breath shushing up her throat was almost painful. “I certainly couldn’t do that if I was ninety,” she said between near gasps.

His smile sounded in his voice. “I don’t think I can do that at ninety either.” Then he waggled his eyebrows. “But I’m sure we’ll manage something.”

She lay wrapped in his arms, letting her breath ease back to normal, and her heart to slow its frantic beating.

She and Roger had never talked like this.

But then he’d never made her feel the way Jared did.

Of course, Roger was almost twenty years older.

But she’d never told Roger that sex was only getting better as she aged.

She’d certainly never admitted that it hadn’t been great with her husband.

Maybe she’d just had more chemistry with Roger.

But with Jared, it wasn’t just chemistry, it was alchemy.

She’d grown more sexual the older she became, thought more about sex, indulged in daydreams and nighttime fantasies.

She’d even bought a vibrator. With Roger, her fantasies made her wet and ready before he ever took her to bed. Her fantasies were her foreplay.

She’d been so wet and ready for Jared. He was the only fantasy she needed. “Maybe I’ve turned into a sex maniac.”

“You say like it’s a bad thing.”

She traced her fingers from the curly hair on his chest down his abdomen to wrap her hand around him once again. “You’re hard,” she whispered. “Maybe you’re a sex maniac too.”

He put his hand over hers, and together they stroked him. “Maybe just holding you in my arms had recharged me.”

God, she loved how he made her feel, with his body, with his words. “Maybe I can do something about that.”

He growled dramatically. “I would love if you did something about that.”

She enjoyed the taste of a man in her mouth, and she wanted the taste of him . Sliding down between his legs, she nuzzled him, and he held himself aloft as she slipped him between her lips. It was so good, his taste sweet and salty, his skin like velvet against her tongue.

She swirled around him and relished the groan rising from his throat.

Fisting him in her hand, she pumped him gently, sucked him, savored him.

He shoved his hands into her hair and arched deep into her mouth.

She gave him control for a few moments, then took it back, sucking hard all the way up.

His growl was deep, throaty, carnal, then his legs quaked, and he swore, a long low word of need.

She felt him throb, knew he was close. She could have backed off, but she took all of him, every drop.

And she loved it. Loved that she could do this to him.

That she could make him groan and growl and writhe beneath her.

There was such a pleasure in giving him what he needed

Jared woke to find Piper curled against him, her body soft and warm. The early sunlight barely topped the horizon, casting a faint glow into the room. He relished the feel of her nestled along the length of his body.

Perhaps some slight movement he made woke her. She stirred, letting out a low moan from deep in her throat—a sound that mirrored the pleasure he felt. The morning-after pleasure of the blissfully sated.

She tipped her head back to look at him, her expression curious. “Did I wake you up?” she murmured, her voice still groggy with sleep.

He shook his head. “No. I think I woke you.”

She stretched luxuriously, her muscles shifting beneath her skin, her body sliding along his like silk. Then she rolled to her back, her legs moving languidly, like a cat basking in the sun.

“What would you like to do today?” He took in the sight of her, her hair a beautiful mess, tousled and wild after making love all night long.

“I was thinking of Buckingham Palace for the Changing of the Guard,” she said. “And Big Ben, Westminster Abbey, Parliament. From the Underground stop at Westminster, you can walk to all of that, and even over to Hyde Park. It’s all fairly close.”

He couldn’t remember if he’d told her he needed another day with her. “Want some company?”

“Well…” She drew the word out playfully. “Of course I want your company.” She smiled, stretched again, ran her fingers through her hair. “But first, I’d like a quickie. You up for a quickie?”

God, this woman was perfect. “Maybe you should check if I’m up for it.”

When he guided her hand to him and wrapped her fingers around his erection, she murmured with delight, “Oh, yes. You’re totally up for it.”