He listened to her breathing, felt the faint muscle twitches as she dreamed, reveled in her warmth. He ought to be dead asleep, conked by his orgasm. But a restlessness kept him alert, a sensation like the one he sometimes got from his broken foot, a fidgetiness deep beneath the plaster and skin. He’d never had sex like that. Well, mechanically he’d had sex pretty much every way there was, but still—nothing like that. It was as though Lindsey had used that trick of hers—used her eyes to crack his heart open like a piñata so all his emotions tumbled out onto her lap. Except this time she’d used her hands and voice and the warmest, sweetest shadows of her body, and the way it made him feel was all the more intense. It scared him. It made him wish he were the one being held, so that maybe this unnerving, exposed sensation would ease. It scared him...but he liked it.
What do You think about Going The Distance (2014)?
