His mouth was on her again and all the logic she had been born with, all her ability to reason and rationalize, completely disappeared. She disintegrated into an insensible, babbling mass of nerve endings, moan after moan emerging as her eyes rolled back in her head and her arms fell to the bed. She couldn’t think, couldn’t talk, could only enjoy an ecstasy so acute it was nearly painful.

She didn’t know if it was a minute or ten before he lifted his head, his lips glistening with her arousal, and entered her again. This time, she was too insane with want, too close. He stroked once and she felt it rising inside her. When he stroked a second time, harder, her orgasm burst, hot and explosive, from deep inside her, and she yelled out—a warning, a triumph, she wasn’t sure—but she wanted him to know that this was it, this was the best orgasm she’d ever had. Ever. Ever, ever.

“That’s it,” he said, smoothing her hair off her forehead, then clutching a handful hard enough that her head tilted. “Come for me, babe.”

“I am.” She was. She liked the edgy roughness of his grip, the way he held his rhythm while her body shuddered and convulsed under and around him. The pulse inside was tight and strong, the volume, the intensity, the pleasure overwhelming and wonderful and satiating all at once.

But the best moment of all came while she was still feeling the last vestiges of her own orgasm. She watched Ty as his eyes drifted half-closed, his mouth opened, his erection paused inside her, pulsing, then his orgasm joined hers, his shouts mingling with hers, their bodies tight and connected in shuddering, mind-shattering passion.

It was amazing, to feel him coming inside her, and Imogen smiled up at him with a little laugh as they both reached the end and Ty went still.

“Whoa.” He smiled back at her, turning his head to wipe the sweat off his forehead with his shoulder. “Told you you’re one smoking hot woman, Emma Jean.”

“I have no complaints about you either,” she said, enjoying lying flat on her back, his weight heavy and appealing on her, his penis still embedded inside her.

“No?” He kissed her, finishing it off with a nip at her bottom lip. “Not even the fact that I kept you from coming?”

Imogen felt a little aftershock in her vagina from his words and the sensation of his teeth toying with her mouth. “While that was irritating at the time, I see in hindsight that you had a master plan. And I appreciate your willingness to look at the big picture.”

“It was definitely meant to benefit you.”

“It did, thank you.” She raised her hips, wanting to feel that hard hit from him again, even as she knew she was completely satisfied. He just felt so good.

He groaned. “God, you’re killing me.”