The man was good at most things but he was especially good at disciplining himself, his mind...his body...his intellect.
Erich was proud of the fact. He worked diligently over the years to achieve such a state.
In the last half-hour, all those hours of hard work flew out the proverbial window.
Her scent surrounded him, drifting up from the warm cleft of her breasts.
Her breasts...
My God, she had beautiful breasts.
Erich balled his hand into a fist to keep from reaching to touch...to rub the soft little bud into a tight peak, that he could suckle to his heart’s content.
The man squeezed his eyes tightly shut, forcing such thoughts aside. He gritted his teeth and thought of unpleasant things.
The woman turned in her sleep, sighing softly.
Erich felt his body stiffen in response.
He lay very still.
Her small fingers clutched his biceps, her leg thrown carelessly over his right thigh, the warmth of her breasts crushed to his arm...
Her middle...nestled directly on his knotted fist.
“This is what you wanted, yah?” he whispered, joining his mouth to her’s.
Tessa gasped a muffled protest, her hands feebly pushing against the down on the man’s chest.
Her lips were full, sensuous and deliciously warm.
Erich moved his finger in and out of her opening, taking his time, enjoying the feel of the molten little cavern in which he played.
Tessa whimpered her indecision for what he was doing to her felt so very good. Even now his thumb made slow, teasing passes over her nub of pleasure causing her blood to heat dangerously.
“Spread your legs wider.” the man released her mouth just enough to murmur the command.