"So good…" she murmured, turning her head to glance back at me, green eyes glazed. "You've wrung me dry, Milord, but I hunger for more of your command."
I eased out of her, both of us breathing heavily, and guided her down to the wooden floor. The planks were cool under my knees as I laid her back, her silver hair fanning out like a halo. She spread her legs invitingly, her athletic form arching up to meet me, large breasts heaving. I settled between her thighs, sliding back inside with a groan at how welcoming she felt, still slick and sensitive from her orgasm.
Missionary allowed me to watch her face, the way her lips parted, eyes locking onto mine. I thrust deep and steady, building the pace gradually, my hands braced on either side of her head. Her legs hooked around my waist, pulling me closer, her heels digging into my back.
