Extraits

I’d already had a nice sexfast with Tom. (That’s breakfast after sex.)

This is bliss. She’s riding me like a champ, her soft curves rubbing me everywhere. My brain takes another vacation while she urges my body toward release. I’m not ready for it to end, though. I fight off my orgasm as her breathing kicks into high gear.

“Tom,” she moans, and I brace myself. When she goes, I’m going with her.

“Yeah, baby?”

“How do you feel about white chocolate?”

What? The question penetrates my sex fog, because white chocolate is ew.

“It’s an abomination.”

“Oh, yes!” she gasps, moving faster. “You are so...”

Whatever I am, it must be good, because she sobs out my name again as she comes, squeezing my cock and shuddering.