@page { margin-bottom: 5.000000pt; margin-top: 5.000000pt; } Chapter Four Floating high on the euphoria following her orgasm, Lyla allowed Michael to tug her from the shower. Remnants of her release fluttered through her, tiny zings of pleasure zipping from her pussy all the way to her toes and back. They didn’t bother drying off, instead allowing the sheets to wick the moisture from their naked bodies. Michael flopped onto the bed in a heap, yanking her to land on top of him. She squeaked as her full weight bore down on him, trapping his erection between their bodies. As impressed with his erection as she was, she happened to be more concerned about her. Lyla tried to roll away, and he held her fast. “Ah-ah, not so fast.” He nibbled her lips, and she whimpered. “Where you goin’?” Heat burned hot and fast through her cheeks. “Don’t wanna squish you.” He ran his hands over her back, squeezing and kneading every inch of flesh as he stroked her until his palms came to rest on the top of her ass.
