Their chests were heaving, their lungs clawing for air, as their bodies climbed the heights of their passion. Macklin felt the urgency in her hot breaths, in the trembling hands holding his neck. Macklin sat at the bed's edge, his hands on Mordente's sides. She faced him, her eyes half-closed with pleasure, as she bobbed on his lap. The morning sun seeped through the shutters and sliced their sweaty bodies with beams of light. He licked her lips with the tip of his tongue and brushed her erect nipples with his thumbs. She sucked in her stomach and involuntarily arched her back, offering her pleasure-hungry breasts to his hands. "I can't hold out much longer," she gasped. "My hair will turn gray." Macklin chuckled and kissed her, kneading her aching breasts. "Then I win." She shook her head. "No way, damn it, you'll come first." She swallowed, trying to control her feverish breathing. "I can't afford to buy you dinner." Her pelvic muscles squeezed tight around his penis.
