She lay her head back against the glass, both legs about his hips.
He buried his face against the base of her neck and kept driving ahead long after she cried out the first time, or the second.
When he found his release, it was an internal explosion that locked his entire body rigid as the energy throbbed and rushed out of him. He held her tight as the shudders coursed through both of them.
He’d never been like this with a woman before. Never simply taken with no thought beyond himself. He kept his face buried against Melissa’s neck as she continued to buck and shudder.
There was a place inside him that wanted to weep there against her neck. That somehow knew he’d found a place of perfection.
“What the hell did I do right?” His voice was heavy and rough to his own ears.
Melissa brush
