It was more than she could take as she felt the girth of his length fill her up again and again. Perhaps it was because they should have waited for this step, or that she shouldn't be letting herself become so intoxicated in the simple act of making love, but whatever it was Jude Armand had done to her, he was doing something right, in that he knew the right angles, the right timing, the right cues to push her body further and further to the edge.
Damn him for making this an art form. Damn him for getting her to need. And she gripped him tightly, threw her head back as her lips tore away from him as she bucked wildly beneath him so that their bodies slapped together and she road out the incredible feeling that was about to break through.
And then it came, hot sweet ectasy and she wasn't able to keep her voice back as she screamed out, her moans carrying well into the night time air, all the way down to where Mursh was now blushing at her claims.
Oh the things she was screaming, his name.. to the Gods, (and she wasn't even a religious woman), and now she collapsed beneath him, her sex incredibly hot and pulsating around his member as she was feeding off the sensations of the end of her climax.
Then with a sigh, she lay there in a heap, blonde hair a mess about her before she looked up at him. Was that a smirk? Growling, she sat up suddenly, so her face was mere inches from his.
"Is that all you've got?"
And it was challenge, how long could this charade go on for? How long could he really make her scream. And god damn... women pay for this? She'd have to figure out what she was doing wrong, for jealousy still heated her and riled up her already flushed body as her lips crashed against his as she moaned, her sex gripping his tightly, ready for more.