Page 208 of Sinful Like Us

She sits up on her elbows, silk top twisted and hair messy. She’s spent, but curiosity glimmers in her eyes and awakens her enough. “Can I?” she asks subtly while I’m fucking her—her voice raspy and fingers curling around the sheets.

She’s hot as all hell.

I nod, and I pull out of Jane. She crunches up towards my chest, the prostate massager already in hand and lubed.

Still kneeling, I move closer to her body, which purposefully tugs her legs higher, the backs of her knees under the palms of my hands. She returns to a state of achingneed.

She quivers. “And I thought…I was terrific at sex.”

I almost smile. “You’re the best there ever could be, Jane.” I feel pressure on my asshole as she reaches under me. I breathe in, and she’s careful as she inserts the toy.

Oh…fucking…Christ.

Vibrations against my prostate send extra shockwaves through my nerves—and ragged breath comes harsher through my nose.

Watching Jane—her eagerness and excitement—just throbs my cock even more. I stroke my shaft a couple times.

“How’s that?” she asks after fitting the massager inside me.

“Good.” Every time I clench around the thing, my nerves prick a million eye-rolling ways—and my biceps and traps flex into stretched, searing bands.

I pull her ankle, drawing her further onto the bed. She collapses off her elbows with a wanting noise, and I stretch her right leg higher, filling her back up with my length.

Carnal, visceralneed.

I fuck her. Deep into her pussy. Over and over. Mounting towards a peak. She loses hold on my shoulders, her fingers slipping and her body trembling. She contracts around my cock, and I just rock through her orgasm without pause. No break.

Each thrust forward, my ass flexes and the massager nails my senses. Light bursts in my vision.God-fucking-dammit—a groan scratches my throat. “Jane.”

“Thatcher.” Tears prick her eyes, and I brush them away with my thumb. “Deeper,” she whispers as her eyes start fluttering.

My whole body thrums, blood rushing, head splitting. I’m on another level, and she’s just as far gone. Wedging a second pillow under her bottom, I bend her legs more and curl my arms around them higher against my chest. Sinking in faster anddeeper.Building and building until there’s nowhere to go.

One more thrust, and a prostate orgasm rips through me. I come hard into a mind-numbing bliss. I bask in every fucking second, a few more pumps, and I ease out of my fiancée.

Jane is gathering awareness of the room and her body. Still breathing like she’s racing up a hill. “That…was…” She blinks and remembers the toy. “Do you need…?”

I reach under and pull the thing out. “I’m good.”

“Did it work?” she asks curiously.

“Hell yeah.”

Jane smiles, looking satisfied and satiated.

We end up lying back down together. Under the sheets at the head of the bed—and I notice Ophelia perched near my ankle. Honestly, I’ve noticed her there for a while, watching us.

By now, I’m used to the feline audience.

Jane turns into my chest. Our lips meld together, and she rubs my dick lightly before she yawns. It’s still morning, and she’s about to fall right back to sleep. But she fights exhaustion.

“Go back to sleep,” I whisper. “I’m not going anywhere.”

She playfully pats my cheek. “Sounds like a terribly wonderful idea…but first I have to tell you something.” She battles a deeper yawn. “Or rather,twosomethings.”

We just had deep sex, and I’d prefer Jane to relax and not force herself awake. But she folds her arms across my chest and rests her chin on her forearm.

And I see slight concern in her eye. Which pushes me to shut up and let her speak.