Chapter 5

I bounced as the table rocked with the force of our movements. As flesh slapped on flesh, I clawed at his shoulders in my passion. If my nails marked his ebony skin, there was no sign of it later. I was moaning and whimpering, feeling the clips bite into my engorged nipples as his hard chest bore down on me. Finally the coiling tension inside burst in a whirling maelstrom that swallowed me whole. I came and came and came, until I felt like I was turned inside out. If he did also, I was too far gone to notice.

“There,” he said, as the aftershocks started fading. “One worry laid to rest. You’re definitely not frigid, sweetness. Do you believe that now?”