He knew exactly how to touch her buttons and make her come apart.
“Eh, I have plans. A date actually. Hey, why is this door locked? It isn’t like you have anything I haven’t seen, Pen.” The door handle rattled some more.
Penelope giggled and the door handle stopped.
“Come back later, please.” She tried to call out firmly, but instead it came out wispy and breathless.
She was close to coming. In and out he rocked inside her, his hot, vapid breaths tantalizing her senses.
She heard grumbling on the other side of the door. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, she heard footsteps retreating.
“Mmm… Thank the Lord,” she commented.
“Exactly,” Ryon agreed.
His mouth slammed down across hers as he worked her faster.
Muscles pulled tight as a bowstring as her hips writhed against him. She came apart hard—a strangled cry tore from her throat, caught by his own.
Breathing erratic from excitement, Ryon rutted into her. He loved to finish with her.
He stuck deep into her over and again, his heavy breaths panting in time to his thrusts.
Her milking sex was what did it. She came apart, body trembling in his arms, his name a chant on her lips. Her quim squeezed him so tightly.
He shut his eyes, her name spilling from him as he plunged deep inside her. The hot, telltale pulses of his release gushed inside her heavily. Their arousal mixed into the lovely scent she adored.
She kissed him, unable to stop. “I love you so much.”
Cupping her chin, he smiled down into her eyes and whispered the words that never ceased to make her melt. “I love you, too, Pen.”