Voltaire licked a wet trail down the left side of his neck with her eyes squeezed shut. Orgasmic tremors still shook her body, though they weren't as violent as before. Blake's cock pulsed and twitched where she held him inside her quivering core.Blake was the reason she had held on to her virginity. The sensation of him pounding into her felt so new, yet infinitely familiar, like they'd done it a million times before and would do it a million times more.I'm all for that.And he could access her mind during orgasm. How fucking cool was that? But Blake couldn't hide his doubts, not from her. She felt it, for a second, in his staggered heart beat. Those doubts stared up at her through eyes shadowed with passion, framed with dark lashes. How to reassure him when she couldn't be sure herself?He stroked her back with his callused hands, drawing shudders from her. His touch, like his scent and taste, was addictive. She raised her head and brushed her lips over his. He kissed her back slowly, and she sipped from him like he was the most expensive cognac.
