Page 94 of Passionate Defense

She shuddered as his tongue and teeth once again found her clit. As promised, as her orgasm receded, leaving her pleasantly sated, he sank into her. His hardness stretched her, his cock gliding over every nerve ending as he filled her completely. Not caring that she was as sticky as flypaper, she wrapped herself around him as he drove into her.

The glasses and bowls rattled, and something fell to the floor with a thud. That didn’t deter him. In fact, he draped her legs over his chest, and with her heels hooked over his shoulders, drove into her faster, going oh-so deep. She didn’t think he could go any farther, until he leaned over her, pressing her knees to her chest. Each penetrating thrust took her breath away, prompting her to brace her hands on his chest in self-preservation.

Keenly attuned to her, as always, he eased back slightly and changed the angles. Then he rode her relentlessly until she came again. Her release rushed through her, immersing her in sensation so profound, she mentally checked out for a moment. Coming back to awareness with a distant buzzing in her ears, every muscle in her body was limp, her limbs too heavy to move.

Something soft tickled her breast. Looking down, she saw Ethan’s head cushioned between her breasts, his soft hair fluttering gently in the circulating air from the heat vents. His body lay half on top of her and she had no idea when he’d gotten there.

“Wow! That was...really, um...wow!”

Still lodged deep inside her, he lifted his head and smiled down at her, wearing a hazy, rather unfocused look of his own. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, but I think I passed out for a minute.”

His lips quirked upward as a hand came up to stroke her cheek, brushing damp tendrils of hair back from her face. “I think when you came three times so closely together, you forgot to breathe.”

“Come to think of it, I did get tingly, and my vision got kind of fuzzy. There was also a roaring in my ears for a minute. I didn’t even hear you come.” She frowned. “You did, didn’t you, Ethan?”

“Yeah, baby. I got tingly and fuzzy all over, too.”

She smiled sweetly up at him, cupping his hand where it rested on her face and nuzzling her cheek into his palm. “Thank you for breakfast.”

“If I can have you for dessert, I’ll become your personal chef.” His lips touched hers tenderly before he pushed up on his hands and looked down at the mess they’d made. “We need to shower.”

“It’s getting kind of tacky. In a few more minutes, it will be like superglue and we’ll be stuck together forever.”

“I could live with that.”

“You’ve got your speech at the Brooks Foundation dinner tonight, remember? People might talk if we come in looking like conjoined twins.”

He eased out, and they both grimaced at the sticky state of their intimate parts. As Lanie sat up, she brushed crumbled bacon off Ethan’s forearm. “You’re a mess.”

“Look who’s talking.”

She followed his hand as he peeled a paper napkin from her shoulder.

“Do strawberries stain?”

Lanie glanced down at her robe and the globs of mashed berries all over it. “Yeah, it’s probably ruined.” The robe was fairly new and expensive. But she didn’t care in the least. It had been worth it.

He held up a squashed strawberry where she could see. “I was talking about your hair. How do you feel about being a strawberry blonde?”

Both her hands flew to her head, and she pulled out several more smashed berries, staring at the juice tinting her fingers. “What a coincidence. I was actually considering a change.”

“I prefer you as you are. Let’s go wash it out.” Ethan’s hands clasped her waist and lifted her down. Then he took her by the hand and led a contented Lanie up to the shower. The stress of the upcoming trial forgotten, however briefly.

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