"M-more?"
My breath hitched, and my body trembled.
I was stunned. My body felt like it had been run through a wringer. My legs were jelly, my muscles ached with a sweet, satisfying soreness.
I was exhausted. I opened my mouth to tell him so, to say I needed a break, but there were no words. Before I could refuse him, he moved.
In one smooth, powerful motion, he stood up from the couch, lifting me with him. I gasped, my arms instinctively wrapping around his neck for balance. He was still inside me, still hard, the feeling of being connected to him so intimately in this position making my head spin.
He started walking, carrying me toward the stairs. Each step he took shifted him inside me, creating a deep, maddening friction that shot through my already over-sensitized body.
A soft moan escaped me with every step. Halfway up the stairs, he stopped. He cursed under his breath, a low, guttural sound. "I can't," he ground out. "I want to make love to you, right here, right now."
