"You want to know why a man loves a woman's ass?"
"Why?"
He drove into her from behind, holding her hips still as he filled her. "Because it gives us such easy access to the most amazing place on earth."
She gasped as he drove in faster and harder. His thighs slapped her ass rhythmically, making a spanking sound as they moved in harmony.
"Feels so good...." she sighed, changing the angle of her hips.
Elam gasped. The slight change pinched with agonizing ecstasy. Everything felt better and he knew he couldn't hold it much longer. Shifting his weight slightly, he held her hips, lunging hard and fast. Blythe tried to move, but this time, he was unrelenting. She felt him swell and knew he neared his peak. She was close, not quite there, but she could feel the swirling heat radiating out from their joined hips. Clawing at the duvet, she wiggled her hips.
"Oh, God! Blythe!"
"Elam!"
Once more, their loins exploded together, carrying them to another place where only the two of them existed. For that brief moment, they truly were one.
"Yee Haw!" she gasped.
Elam pulled her close, nipping her ear as his hands caressed her body. "Yippie-ki-yay!" The fingers of one hand slipped between her legs, pressing upward.
Blythe gasped, one last tingling orgasm possessed her. "How did you know?"
"I'm psychic," he purred.
She wiggled against him invitingly. "We should get some sleep. It's late."
"Yeah." He continued to cuddle with her.
"I'm serious. I need a shower and some sleep."
"Okay." He nuzzled her neck, licking from her shoulder to her ear.
Shivering, she pried him loose and pulled him out of bed. "Shower. Sleep."
"You're no fun when you're bossing me around."
"No, I won't be any fun if I don't get some sleep. And I guarantee, if I were bossing you around, you'd love it."
"We'll try that some other time," he said. "I'll buy you a pair of those kinky stilettos with spikes on them."
Blythe pulled him close, her hand dropping between his legs. "Do you think we need any funky sex toys."
"Not a bit. I could make love to you the rest of my life, and never get tired of it."
"Me too." She slapped his ass. "Shower. Sleep."
"Way to kill the mood," he muttered, following her to the bathroom.
"Babe, nothing could break your mood. Are all men as horny as you?"
"Yes. Some of us hide it better, but definitively, all men are super horny all the time. Are all women as high maintenance as you?" He chuckled, nipping her lip.
"I'm not high maintenance."
"No, you're not. You're amazingly responsive. I think I could hum you to your next orgasm."
"Maybe, but if you don't give me dick, I'm gonna leave." Leaning into the tub, she reached for the controls.
"Mmmmm...." He sidled up behind her, rubbing his firm cock between her legs.
"Why do men do that?" she asked.
"What? This?" He rubbed again, this time getting the reaction he wanted.
"Yes, that." She shivered with delight, moving sensually against him.
"Because women do that in response. Feels so—good...." He sighed, standing still while she moved against him. "Did you and Alec ever do it in the shower?"
"No, why—"
Elam picked her up as he stepped into her tub. Her back pressed against the tile wall as the hot water cascaded over them. Before she could protest, he skewered her with his erection, driving into her fast and hard. They made love until the water cooled. Not quite finished, Elam stepped further back so the cooler water couldn't reach them. Faster and harder, he slammed into her, grinding his hips against hers.
Blythe gave herself over to the hot sensations coursing through her. Picking up speed, Elam neared his climax. With a shuddering groan, he came as she reached her climax. Hot waves shook her, making her toes tingle and her body quiver. She could hardly stand as he set her down.
They rinsed in the chilly water, hopping out of the shower to dry off. Scurrying to the bed, they got under the covers, cuddling for warmth. Blythe kissed Elam deeply, before rolling over with her back to him. He cuddled up behind her, putting his cock between her legs.
"Now, if I wake with wood, I won't have to shift. I can just go for the gold," he teased, his hand stroking her breast.
Blythe laughed, reaching out to set the alarm.
"Give us some extra time in the morning," he murmured against her neck. "Morning sex—no better way to wake up."
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