Eileen's POV
"Please, Brett…" I could barely speak.
I was lost in the pool of pleasure. It was intense. Our bodies were slick with sweat, but we were glued to each other. I slipped my hand over his broad back, holding onto him for support. He simply pushed deeper into my insides, forward and out. I felt myself going over the edge of pleasure, lost in the pulsing of my garden. Finally, I let out a sharp cry.
I clenched and unclenched, feeling myself quickly becoming undone in his arms. He let out a low noise like that of a soft growl. Heat pooled from deep within. I was shaky and breathless.
Twice.
It happened to me twice in so little time.
"Oh, you're good at this," I said to him, not so surprised at how good he made me feel.
Kyle nestled his face into the crook of m
