Breaking our kiss, he drapes more of his body over mine and presses his lips to my ear. "Hips up, the rest of you down."
Sinking into the bed, I hug my pillow as I turn my face to the draped window.
Blackwood grips my hips, his hands holding me still as he thrusts into me, giving me more, just like I wanted.
I grab the pillow tighter, holding back my release as Blackwood pounds into me, a low growl accompanying each hard stroke.
One of Blackwood's hands leaves my hips to burrow between my thighs.
He finds my clit and strokes it.
I shatter, screaming into the pillow as I crash through my release, and drag him into his.
He collapses over me, catching his weight on his elbows, and blanketing me with his body as he kisses the back of my neck as our breathing evens out.
"We were supposed to talk," he murmurs, his tone wry.
I turn my head to face him, finding his gray eyes filled with lazy contentment and a hint of a smile turning up one corner of his lips.
