The aftershocks still rippled through Amanda's limp frame, her breath ragged against my neck, when it happened.
A seismic shift.
Not gradual. Violent. One second, she was boneless honey, melted against my chest. The next, her spine snapped ramrod straight. Her hands, which had been caressing my sweat-slick shoulders, suddenly clenched into fists. Her thighs, quivering moments before, locked around my hips with surprising, desperate strength.
She pushed. Hard.
My eyes widened slightly as she used the leverage to drive us both upright, knees digging into the tangled silk sheets for purchase.
We swayed for a breathless second, bodies still joined, my cock embedded deep in her heat, before she found her balance. She stood on the bed, towering over me where I still knelt momentarily, then yanked me up by the hair.
Our faces collided, not in a kiss, but in a fierce, breathless clash. Her eyes, dark and fathomless, burned into mine.
