Chapter 2: Rising Action
“No…no… no” Vicki said as she went through her wardrobe trying to find the perfect outfit for tonight’s dinner. It had been 3 days since she had seen Lachlan, and she was a ball of nerves. He was so charming, so confident, and so much younger than her. She had spent the last few days trying to push the thoughts of him out of her head, but they kept creeping back in. She didn’t want to acknowledge the way her heart raced whenever she thought about him, or the way her body responded to his touch. It was ridiculous, she told herself. He was Archie’s friend, for god’s sake. But there was something about him, something that made her feel alive again. Something that made her feel like a woman again.
With a sigh, Vicki pulled a simple black dress from the hanger and held it up to her body. It was modest, certainly not the sexy, form-fitting dresses she used to wear in her twenties, but it hugged her curves and more importantly held her together in all the troublesome places. She turned to look at herself in the mirror, her eyes tracing the outline of her body. She looked good, she told herself. Not bad for a forty-four-year-old divorcee who’s had 3 kids
Her phone buzzed on the bedside table, startling her out of her thoughts.
She picked it up, her heart fluttering when she saw Lachlan's name on the screen.
**Lachlan:** Hey Vicki, just wanted to confirm that I'm still on for tonight. If there's anything I can bring, just let me know. See you at 6!
Vicki smiled, her fingers hovering over the keyboard. She hesitated for a moment before typing her response.
**Vicki:** Hi Lachlan, I'm really looking forward to it. You don't need to bring anything, just your appetite. See you at 6.
She pressed send and immediately regretted her choice of words.
*'Just your appetite'*? Who said that? She was one step away from being a desperate housewife cliché. She shook her head, trying to dispel the thought, and turned her attention back to getting ready.
As she was applying her makeup, she heard the front doorbell ring. She checked the time—6:00 on the dot. She took one last look in the mirror, smoothed out her dress, lifted her boobs and made her way to the door.
Opening it, she found Lachlan standing there, a bottle of wine in one hand and a bouquet of roses in the other.
His eyes met hers, and he flashed her a warm smile. "Hey, Vicki. These are for you."
Vicki felt her cheeks flush as she took the flowers, overwhelmingly touched by the gesture. "Thank you, Lachlan. That's so sweet of you."
He walked in, kicking the door shut behind him. "It's nothing, really. I just wanted to bring something special for you."
Vicki led him into the kitchen, setting the flowers on the counter. "These are beautiful. I'll put them in some water."
Lachlan set the wine down, leaning against the counter as he watched her.
"You look amazing, Vicki." His eyes scanned her from head to toe, taking in the black dress that hugged her curves perfectly.
Vicki felt her cheeks grow warmer, but she kept her voice steady. That's very kind of you to say." She turned to grab a vase from the cupboard, trying to hide her blush.
As she filled the vase with water and arranged the roses, she could feel Lachlan's gaze on her. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves. "So, what can I get you to drink?
Wine, beer, or something non-alcoholic?" Vicki asked, turning to face Lachlan. She busied herself with the wine opener, trying to keep her hands from shaking.
Lachlan smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Wine would be great, thanks. You've got quite the setup here, Vicki. I love your kitchen."
Vicki poured two glasses of wine, handing one to Lachlan. "Thanks.
My husband… I mean ex-husband did a lot of work on it, and I love cooking, so it's nice to have a space that feels like mine," Vicki replied, taking a sip of her wine. She gestured to the island in the center of the kitchen. "Do you want to have a seat? I've got a most things prepped already, so we can start cooking together."
Lachlan nodded, taking a seat on one of the stools. "Sounds like a plan. What are we making?"
Vicki grabbed a cutting board and a knife, setting them in front of Lachlan. "I thought we could make a simple pasta dish together. I've got some fresh vegetables and a nice sauce going. I'll handle the pasta, you can chop up the veggies?"
Lachlan nodded, flashing her a smile. "Sure thing, chef. Lead the way."
Vicki smiled back, trying to ignore the butterflies in her stomach as she turned on the stovetop burner. She filled a large pot with water, adding salt and a drizzle of oil. As she worked, she stole glances at Lachlan, watching as he carefully washed and cut the vegetables.
He was so at ease in her kitchen, as if he belonged there. She couldn't help but feel a sense of comfort and warmth in his presence.
"So, Lachlan, how did you get into engineering?" Vicki asked, breaking the silence. "I remember Archie saying you were always tinkering when you were younger."
Lachlan looked up from his task, a smile spreading across his face. "Yeah, that's true. I've always loved figuring out how things work. When I was little, I used to take apart my toys just to see what made them tick.
My mom used to go crazy because I'd never put them back together again," Lachlan chuckled, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "But it was always fascinating to me, you know? The way things fit together, the way they worked. As I got older, I started applying that to more complex things. I built my first computer when I was fourteen, and from there, I was hooked on tech."
Vicki smiled, watching as Lachlan’s hands expertly diced the vegetables. "That's impressive.
I remember Archie saying you won some kind of science fair prize in high school," Vicki recalled, smiling. "You mom must have been so proud."
Lachlan nodded, a soft smile playing on his lips. " Yeah, she was.
Mom's always been my biggest supporter." He looked up at Vicki, his eyes warm. "You remind me of her, you know. The way you make me feel at home, the way you care."
Vicki felt a blush spread across her cheeks, Lachlan's words touching her deeply. "That's a lovely thing to say, Lachlan. I'm glad to hear your mom is such an amazing woman."
Lachlan finished dicing the vegetables and pushed the cutting board towards Vicki. "All done. I promise I didn't poison them or anything," Lachlan said with a grin, rinsing his hands at the sink.
Vicki laughed, taking the board from him. "I trust you. Besides, I did supervise the whole operation."
She added the vegetables to the sauce, stirring the mixture gently. The aroma filled the kitchen, and her stomach rumbled in anticipation.
"So, how about you, Vicki?" Lachlan asked, leaning against the counter. "What did you do before... this?"
Vicki looked up from the stove, her expression softening.
"Well, before all this, I was a stay-at-home mom. I spent most of my time taking care of my boys l, my husband and the house. It was a full-time job, really. But I loved it. I miss it, actually," she admitted, her voice tinged with nostalgia. “Having someone to take care of”
“Maybe it’s time you had someone take care of you
,” Lachlan suggested, his voice soft.
Vicki turned to face him, a small smile playing on her lips. “And who exactly is going to do that?”
Lachlan held her gaze, his eyes warm. “Anyone who’s lucky enough to have you in their life,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.
Vicki felt her heart flutter in her chest, her breath hitching slightly. She looked away, breaking the intense connection between them. “I appreciate the sentiment, Lachlan, but you don’t have to say things like that, men aren’t exactly beating down the door to date a 44 yr old, divorced mother of three, who works stacking shelves at the supermarket .” Vicki said softly, her voice tinged with self-deprecation.
She turned back to the stove, stirring the sauce, trying to hide the tears that were welling up in her eyes.
She felt Lachlan’s hand on her shoulder, gentle and comforting. “Hey, don’t talk like that. You’re a beautiful, strong, and kind woman and anyone who can’t see that is an idiot. And I’m not just saying that because I have a crush on you,” he added, his voice light.
Vicki chuckled, despite herself. She turned to face Lachlan, wiping away a stray tear. “You have a crush on me?
Lachlan?” Vicki asked, her voice soft with surprise.
Lachlan flashed her a grin. “Don’t pretend you didn’t know. I’ve been smitten since the first time I saw you at Archie’s 15th birthday party.”
Vicki blushed, her eyes widening. “I had no idea. You were just Archie’s friend to me.”
Lachlan took a step closer, his voice dropping to a low murmur. “Well, I’m not just Archie’s friend anymore.
I’m here with you, and I want you to know that you’re the most beautiful, amazing woman I’ve ever met,” Lachlan said, his eyes never leaving hers.
Vicki felt her heart pounding in her chest, her breaths coming in short gasps. The intensity in Lachlan’s gaze was overwhelming, and she couldn’t help but feel drawn to him. She wanted to believe his words, to let them wash away the doubts and insecurities that had been plaguing her since the divorce.
“Lachlan…” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “Would you be happier with someone your own age, not some old prune like me ?”
Lachlan's eyes softened, and he stepped even closer, his voice gentle and sincere. “Vicki, you're not an old prune. You're vibrant, and alive, and I've never felt this way about anyone before. I don’t care about the age difference. It doesn’t matter to me. All that matters is how I feel when I’m with you. And I feel… alive.”
Vicki's heart pounded in her chest, her breath hitching slightly as Lachlan's words washed over her.
She knew she should be shocked, appalled even, by his confession. But instead, all she felt was a deep, aching need to believe him. To let herself be drawn into his world, if only for a little while.
Lachlan's hands reached up, cupping her face gently as he spoke. "Just give me a chance" he said before leaning in and kissing her softly on the lips
Vicki's eyes fluttered closed, her breath escaping in a soft sigh as she leaned into his kiss.
He was warm and tender, his lips gentle against hers, and she found herself melting into him. She had been kissed before, of course, but never like this. Never with this kind of tenderness, this kind of care.
Lachlan deepened the kiss, his hands slipping from her face to her waist, then to her ass as he picked her up. Vicki's arms wrapped around his neck, her fingers tangling in his hair as she lost herself in his embrace. She felt a heat building inside her, a need that she hadn't felt in a long time.
When they finally pulled away, they were both breathless, their eyes locked onto each other. Lachlan gently put her back down, her legs though still on wobbly from the intensity of the kiss.
“Wow,” Vicki breathed out, her heart pounding in her chest. “I didn’t expect that.”
Lachlan smiled, his thumb gently brushing against her cheek. “I’ve been wanting to do that since the moment I saw you standing at the door. I’m sorry if I came on too strong.”
Vicki gave a small laugh, shaking her head. “No, not at all. It was…nice.”
Lachlan’s hand still firmly gripping her ass, pulled her close again. “Just nice… I guess I’ll have to try harder won’t I ?”
Vicki felt her body respond to his touch, her nipples hardening under her dress. She could feel the heat building between her thighs, her core aching for more.
“Lachlan… wait… we should slow down,” Vicki whispered, her voice barely audible.
Lachlan looked into her eyes, his gaze intense. “I don’t want to wait, Vicki. I want you now. I’ve been wanting you since the moment I saw you.”
Vicki’s breath hitched, her heart pounding in her chest. She felt a mix of desire and fear coursing through her veins.
Fear of the unknown, fear of the consequences, but desire won out. She wanted him, badly.
"Lachlan…" she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. "I want you too."
His hands moved to her hips, guiding her closer. Their lips met again, this time with urgency. Lachlan's hands roamed her body, exploring every curve, every dip. He made her feel desired, wanted, like a woman again.
Vicki's hands mirrored his movements, her fingers tracing the muscles of his chest, his arms, his back. He was hard and toned, a testament to his youth and vitality. She found her hands squeezing his ass, then inexplicably venturing lower, cupping his bulge. She gasped at the size of him, even through his jeans.
Lachlan's hips bucked against her, his breath hot on her neck. "You feel that, Vicki?" he whispered, his voice hoarse with desire. "That's all for you."
Vicki's mind was a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. She knew she should stop, that this was wrong, but her body had other ideas. She wanted this, wanted him. She wanted to feel alive, to be desired, to be taken.
She nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "Yes...show me," Vicki whispered, her heart pounding in her chest.
Vicki's breath caught in her throat as she stood before him, her heart pounding in her chest like a drumbeat. The cool air of the room seemed to caress her skin, emphasizing her vulnerability, yet she felt a strange sense of empowerment, as if the very air around her was acknowledging her boldness. Her black lace bra and matching thong panties, though scant, felt like armor, a declaration of her willingness to be seen, to be desired. Lachlan's eyes, dark and intense, traced the contours of her body, lingering on the swell of her breasts, the curve of her hips, the delicate line of her waist.
"You're so beautiful, Vicki," he murmured, his voice thick with desire.
She reached behind herself and unclasped her bra , letting the straps fall down her arms. Lachlan's eyes widened, his breath hitching as he took in her bare breasts. "Are you sure you’re not just saying that" she asked with a soft, nervous smile, her fingers tracing the buttons on his shirt.
Lachlan's eyes remained locked on hers, his voice steady and sure. "I've never been more sure of anything in my life."
Slowly, hesitantly, Vicki reached out and began to unbutton his shirt, her fingers brushing against the warm, firm skin underneath. Lachlan's breath hitched as she pushed the shirt off his shoulders, her eyes roaming over his chest, tracing the lines of his muscles. Apart from Archie, she had never seen anyone so perfectly sculpted, so beautifully made.
"You're so…" she began, her voice trailing off as she searched for the right words.
Lachlan smiled, his gaze never leaving hers. “Whoah!” She giggled as he picked her up and carried her effortlessly up the stairs to her bedroom . She couldn’t take her eyes off him, marveling at the sheer strength and confidence he exuded. He laid her gently on the bed, his eyes never leaving hers. She felt like a queen, a goddess, desired and worshiped.
“Take them off” she whispered, referring to his jeans.
Lachlan complied, his gaze never leaving hers as he slowly unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, pushing them down and kicking them off. He now stood before her in just his boxers, and Vicki’s breath hitched at the sight. He must have been truly enormous as head of his cock was poking out the leg of his boxers by about 3 of 4 inches .
Lachlan stepped closer to the bed, his hands going to his boxers and slowly pushing them down. Vicki’s eyes widened as she saw his cock for the first time. It was massive, thick and long, and she couldn’t help but feel a mix of fear and excitement.
She had never seen anything like it before. Lachlan’s cock was a sight to behold, a testament to his youth and virility. She felt her own desire building, her core aching for him.
“Ohh Lachlan…” she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper as she sat up on the bed, her eyes locked onto his cock.
Lachlan smiled, his eyes dark with desire. “You like what you see, Vicki?” he asked, his voice low and husky.
“”What’s not to like,” Vicki nodded, her breath hitching as she reached out, her hand trembling slightly as she wrapped both hands around his incredible shaft.
She stroked him gently, her eyes wide with wonder as she explored his size, his heat, his hardness.
Lachlan groaned, his hips bucking slightly as she stroked him. He watched her, his eyes dark with desire. “You’re so fucking sexy, Vicki,” he murmured, his voice thick with need. “How does it feel in your hand?”
Vicki felt a shiver run through her as she continued to stroke him. “Big,” she whispered, looking up at him, her eyes meeting his. “So big.”
Lachlan smiled, his hands going to the waistband of her thong.
"Is this okay?" he asked, his voice gentle.
Vicki's breath hitched in her throat, coming in short, rapid gasps as he began to slowly, deliberately slide her panties down her legs. She could feel the weight of his gaze, heavy and intimate, as if he were caressing her with his eyes alone. Her pussy was beautiful
, he thought, with its soft, dark curls and the delicate lips that glistened with her arousal. He wanted to taste her, to bury his face between her legs and lick her until she screamed his name. But he held back, wanting to savor the moment, to draw out her pleasure and build the anticipation.
Lachlan gently spread her thighs, his eyes never leaving hers as he slowly lowered his head. He could smell her, a sweet, musky scent that drove him wild with desire. He took his time, teasing her with soft kisses, tracing the line of her outer lips with his tongue before dipping it inside.
“Oh Lachie… mmmm” she moaned , her hands gripping the sheets tighter.
His tongue swirled and flicked, exploring every inch of her. He could feel her body responding to his touch, her hips moving in rhythm with his oral ministrations.
He slipped a finger inside her, curling it upward and stroking that spot that made her gasp and writhe. He could feel her getting wetter, her inner walls tightening around his finger.
“Oh God, Lachie, don’t stop,” she begged, her voice a breathy whisper.
He added another finger, stretching her gently as he continued to suck and lick her clit.
Vicki's breath was coming in short gasps now, her hips bucking against his face as she chased her release. He could feel her getting close, her muscles tensing and her breath hitching.
"Lachlan… I'm close…" she gasped, her voice barely a whisper.
Lachlan looked up at her, his eyes dark with desire. " Come for me, Vicki. I want to feel you come all over my face."
And with those words, Vicki exploded.
Her body convulsed as waves of pleasure washed over her, her pussy clenching around Lachlan's fingers as she screamed his name. He lapped up every drop of her, savoring her taste and her scent. He didn't stop until she was a limp, trembling mess on the bed, her breath coming in ragged gasps.
Lachlan slowly removed his fingers from her, his cock throbbing with need. He wanted her so badly, it was almost painful. He crawled up the bed, his body hovering over hers. He could see the flush in her cheeks, the glazed look in her eyes. She looked utterly spent, utterly satisfied. “Be gentle honey, okay ?” she whispered.
“I will, I promise,” Lachlan said, his voice gentle as he kissed her softly on the lips.
She spread her legs as wide as she could, before Lachlan, with his left hand, took hold of her right leg from her behind her knee and pushed it upwards and outwards. Her under-thigh was now resting on his left shoulder, and her pussy was fully exposed to him.
Lachlan looked down at Vicki, his eyes scanning her body, taking in every curve, every dip, every line. His cock was throbbing, begging for release. But he wanted to savor this moment, to draw out her pleasure and build the anticipation.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Vicki,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire.
He positioned himself between her legs, his cock pressing against her slick entrance. He rubbed the head of his cock against her clit, taking his time to tease her.
“Fuck, Lachlan,” Vicki moaned, her hips bucking against him. “I need you inside me.”
Lachlan smiled, his eyes never leaving hers as he slowly pushed the head of his cock into her. “Easy, baby. I don’t want to hurt you.”
Vicki bit her lip, her hands gripping the sheets tighter as she felt him stretching her. “You’re so big, Lachlan.
It’s been a while…” Vicki murmured, her breath hitching as she felt the head of his cock stretching her, filling her in a way she hadn’t felt in years.
“We’ll go slow, baby,” Lachlan reassured her, his voice a low groan as he slipped another inch inside her. “You feel so fucking good, Vicki. So tight.”
He pushed in further, inch by slow inch, allowing her body to adjust to his size. Vicki’s breath came in short gasps, her eyes locked onto his as she got the first time felt the sensation of being totally filled, stretched, and being claimed.
She could feel every inch of his massive cock as it slid inside her, her body tensing and relaxing to accommodate his size. Lachlan watched her face, his eyes never leaving hers, as he pushed deeper, giving her time to adjust.
"Fuck, Vicki," he groaned, his voice ragged with desire. "You feel so fucking amazing."
Vicki nodded, her breath hitching as she felt him bottom out inside her. "Oh God, Lachlan… you’re so big. I can feel every inch of you."
Lachlan smiled, his hips beginning to move in slow, deliberate thrusts.
The beautiful, mature mother of three closed her eyes as that enormous cock began to slide in and out of her, her hips joining his movements with a rhythm that seemed to naturally belong to them both. The sensation was intense, and Vicki's breath hitched with every slow, deep penetration.
"Oh, Lachlan..." she whispered, her fingers digging into the sheets as the waves of pleasure built inside her. "You feel so fucking good. So big..."
Lachlan's thrusts picked up the pace, his cock stretching her wider with each movement. Ahe could feel the unusual sensation of his cock kissing her cervix with each deep thrust, a feeling she had never experienced before. Wet, slapping noises filled the room as his body met hers, her tits bouncing with each thrust.
“Oh fuck, Lachie,” Vicki moaned, her hips rising to meet his. “You’re so fucking deep inside me.”
Lachlan leaned down, his chest pressing against hers, as he kissed her deeply, passionately. “I want to fuck you slow, Vicki,” he whispered into her mouth. “But I can’t hold back anymore.
You feel too fucking good.” Lachlan’s voice was ragged, his control slipping away. “I need to fuck you hard, Vicki. Can I?”
Vicki gasped, her breath coming in short pants. The raw need in Lachlan’s voice sent shivers down her spine. “Yes… God, yes. Fuck me hard, Lachlan.”
Lachlan groaned, his hips snapping forward as he began to fuck her with a brutal intensity. Vicki cried out, her back arching as he slid deep inside her and her poor little pussy struggled to accommodate his massive cock. He was so fucking big, so much bigger than anything she had ever taken before. It felt like he was splitting her in half, but the pain was quickly replaced by a burning, aching pleasure that built with each thrust.
"Fuck, Mrs Groves. You feel so fucking good," Lachlan grunted, his forehead pressed against hers. “Unghh, Unghh… unghh” was all she could do, as he continued the relentless assault on her pussy. He looked into her beautiful brown eyes. "I can't stop, baby. I gotta fuck you hard."
Vicki's body writhed beneath him, her legs clinging tightly to his waist as she met each of his thrusts with a desperate, almost frantic urgency. Her breath came in short, ragged gasps, her body arching off the bed in a way that made her breasts bounce and jiggle obscenely, the room filled with the sound of their flesh slapping together in a primal dance. The air was thick with the scent of their arousal, a heady mix of sweat and sex that seemed to cling to every surface.
Lachlan's hips moved like a piston, his cock slamming into Vicki's pussy with a force that made her scream out in pleasure. He felt so fucking big, so fucking deep inside her. She couldn't believe how well she was taking him, how good it felt to be fucked by such a massive cock.
"Fuck, Lachie, you feel so big," Vicki moaned, her fingers gripping the sheets tightly as she met his thrusts with her own. "You're fucking splitting me in half."
Lachlan groaned, his eyes glassy with lust as he looked down at her. “Umphh, umphh , umphh!” he grunted with every hard thrust, his balls slapping against her ass with a wet, obscene sound that sent shivers down Vicki’s spine. She knew she was about to cum again and it was going to be am orgasm like she had never experienced before!
“Oh, fuck, Lachlan, you feel so fucking good!” Vicki cried out, her fingers clawing at the sheets beneath her.
"Oh fuck, Lachie, right there! Don't stop, I’m going to come!" she screamed, her body convulsing with pleasure as Lachlan found that magic spot inside her.
"Yes!" Vicki cried out, as her body was wracked with a powerful orgasm. Her pussy clenched around Lachlan’s cock as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. "Fuck, Lachlan, you feel so good. Don't stop, please don't stop."
Lachlan grunted, his own pleasure building as he watched Vicki come totally undone beneath him. Her body was a sight to behold, her tits bouncing with each rough thrust, her back arched, her head thrown back in ecstasy. He felt her pussy tighten around him as she came, and in the end it was all too much for him as he pulled his cock from her gaping pussy , his orgasm ripping through him as he came all over her stomach, his cum splattering her chest and stomach, some even reaching her chin.
Vicki gasped as she felt his hot cum coat her, her own orgasm still rippling through her body. She looked down at her body, her body glistening with sweat and cum, and she couldn't believe how turned on she was by the sight.
"Holy shit, Vicki," Lachlan groaned, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. "That was fucking incredible."
Vicki smiled, her body still trembling from her orgasm.
"That was... wow. I've never felt anything like that before."
Lachlan's eyes never left hers as he crawled up her body, his cock still rock hard and glistening with a mix of their juices. He captured her mouth in a fierce kiss, his tongue plunging into her mouth as he tasted himself on her. Vicki moaned, her arms wrapping around his neck as she kissed him back with equal fervor.
Lachlan broke the kiss, “this has been the greatest moment of my entire life ”, he whispered, his eyes filled with sincerity and emotion.
Vicki felt a tear roll down her cheek at his words. “Lachlan, it has been amazing for me too. You’re an incredible man and a truly amazing lover,” she said, her voice filled with emotion and awe.
Lachlan rested his head on her chest, as she Ran her fingers though his hair
. “You’re not so bad yourself, Mrs. Groves,” he said with a soft chuckle, looking up at her.
They would make love 3 more times that night, each time was better than the last. Vicki had never felt so alive, so desired, or so sexually fulfilled in her life.
After the third round, they lay in each other’s arms, their bodies glistening with sweat, their breaths slowly returning to normal. Vicki traced patterns on Lachlan’s chest, her fingertips gliding over his muscles.
“That was… incredible,” she murmured, a soft smile on her lips. “I never knew sex could be like that.”
Lachlan looked down at her, his eyes warm. “Neither did I. You’re something else, Vicki.
I knew you would be, but fuck, you’re even better than I imagined,” Lachlan said, his voice thick with desire as he traced the curve of her breast.
Vicki smiled, her fingers playing with the hair on his chest. “You’re not so bad yourself, Lachie. Who knew a twenty-year-old could have so much cock?” she teased, her voice laced with satisfaction.
Lachlan chuckled, his hand moving lower, tracing the line of her hip.
“Twenty years old, an 12 inch cock and knowing how to make a woman come is a fucking lethal combination.” She said
, her voice laced with awe and disbelief. She was still marveling at the fact that she had taken every inch of him, her mind still reeling from the intensity of their lovemaking.
She snuggled tighter into his chest, tracing patterns across his washboard stomach until sleep eventually took over.