Page 96 of Down and Dirty

“Make love.”

“Oh, I am not doing this for you.”

WHAT? his brain squawked. “For the team then,” he joked.

“Do not be a lackbrain. I am doing it for me. I want to have another orgasm.”

“In case I don’t come back?”

“You better come back. I am not being stuck here in the future without you.”

“You sweet talker, you.”

“Nay, I need a comparison.”

“With what?”

“Other men?”

“You’ve been with other men?” This is unbelievable. She’s having sex with me so she can rate my prowess.

“When would I have time to be with other men? Nay, ’tis just that I felt nothing when Dylan touched me, and I wondered—”

Okay, so it hasn’t happened yet. “Dylan touched you? I’ll kill him. Where?”

“In the tavern.”

“I meant, where on your body? He copped a feel, didn’t he?”

She tilted her head in confusion. “You speak in riddles. I just meant that when he touched my hand or danced with me, I did not feel that tingle that I do with you.”

A big ol’ smile started to spread across his mouth, and he didn’t even try to hold it back. “I make you tingle?”

“Hah! All you have to do is look at me, and I tingle.”

“I tingle, too,” he admitted, though that wasn’t quite the word he would use. “Are you tingling now?” he asked as he rocked against her clit, then thrust inside in a long, slow stroke.

She gasped out, “Like a bell.”

He started to tell her that bells tinkled, not tingled, but stopped himself. Actually, he liked the comparison. “How do you like my gong?” He moved from side to side.

“Nice.”

“Nice?”

“That was a compliment.”

“No, babe, nice is not what a guy wants a woman to say about his favorite body part. More like, ‘Wow!’ ‘Huge!’ ‘Yikes!’”

She started to laugh, then stopped abruptly as her inner walls began to clasp and unclasp him in a hard rhythm. She closed her eyes and stiffened.

“No, open your eyes. I want to see your orgasm. I want you to see me enjoying your orgasm.”

Meanwhile, he was still embedded in her, to the hilt, trying his best not to move, because to move would mean instant, way-too-quick ejaculation.

When her body stopped its delicious squeeze on him, he leaned down and kissed her parted lips. “Babe” was all he could manage to say.

But she said nothing.