"Her whole being was overtaken by a series of shuddering ripples which made her shake and tremble. She gave herself to them, tossing her head from side to side, flinging her arms out, crying aloud, and her moans were soon joined by a sighing groan from Rory as he reached his climax and jettisoned his pearls into the seabed of her womb."
"She raised her hips, rotated them, swallowed his groan with a kiss, and milked his sex so he rushed toward his climax, her wallowing in the power of his final orgasmic thrust. Whomp! The muffled sound filled the room, bouncing around them with a slow, lowering echo: Whomp, whomp, whomp, whomp... whomp."
"She saw him then, a white hard body, whip-muscle banded, and his face above her, grave now, almost sad, and his pelvic bones jutting, the shaded hollow, the concave backdrop a stage for the dark column of his penis, moist-tipped, looming."
The Ripening Time -- Catherine MacLeod & Alistair Mair
"The touch of his hands on her naked breasts made her nipples tight and achy. But when he replaced his hands with his lips, she gritted her teeth against a pleasure so powerful it gave her body a life of its own."
"On a little moan of desperation she surrendered herself, denying him nothing, offering him everything in a kiss that blotted out time, space, conscience... What she couldn't say in words, she said with her lips, her hands. She was starving for him and would gorge herself on his mouth for as long as he allowed this mindless ecstasy to continue."
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