“Deep,” she moaned, but didn’t tell him to stop. He did it again, wishing it could be more, wishing he could somehow merge the two of them, and experiencing something like pain at the knowledge that it was impossible. Another thrust and Eva came, pressing a scream into the table beneath her. Her hands grabbed at the air, then found his sleeve and clung tight, as her pussy clung tight around him, and Drew lost his mind to the pounding that swept him into his climax long before he was ready.
And then it was over, but it wasn’t. He was still inside her, still holding her, and she was still coming down from her orgasm in a series of clenching tremors that made Drew’s balls pull up tight in an almost painful spasm of remembered arousal. He leaned over, resting on his elbows, covering her and pressing kisses to her shoulders as her trembling eased.
He was in a room full of pictures of her, tied up and all but naked, but none of those images stood up for even a second against the real thing. The pictures were sexy, but Eva was…everything.
“I approve of this outfit,” he finally said, his lips against the vertebra at the very base of her neck. Her laugh made her move under him, reminding him to keep his weight off her arms. He stood up reluctantly, expecting her to stand as well, but to his surprise Eva didn’t move. She shifted her cheek against the table, turning her head just enough to look at him.
“Drew?”
“Yes?”
“I’d definitely say the evening was a success.”