The gentle and languorous strokes made her body reawakened with want. He worked slowly, with patience, drawing his own pleasure with caution. While he moved above her, Victoria combed the hair that escaped his ponytail with her fingers. She ran her hands down the expanse of his chest, fanning her fingers along his nipples. Feeling brave, she pinched them both and watched him hiss. His response made her walls flutter against his sliding cock. She obviously aroused him as much as he did her and that knowledge made her raise her hips to meet his. She wanted to see his release; she wanted to know what complete loss of control looked like. He lifted her by the hips and set her torso on an incline, driving himself into her with a singular force that sent her close to another orgasm. John held her in place and pumped frantically until he threw his head back and shouted. His body seized as his hands tightened on her hips. Cords stood out on his neck as he moaned through the downpour of fiery sensations.

After a moment, he loosened his grip on her and opened his eyes. When he looked down at her, Victoria’s breath caught in her throat. John was a wild man. His hair hung over his drawn face, his eyes sparkled like a wildfire. “It’s never felt like that before,” he said in a hoarse voice, exhausted from the workout.

“No, it hasn’t,” she admitted, letting her eyes drift shut. This was more intense and they were more connected.

He lowered himself against her body and held her close. John buried his nose against her neck and breathed deeply. “Victoria,” he said in a hushed voice.

She let her eyes drift closed and settled against his weight, treasuring the feeling of him still filling her. “Yes?”

“If I get to do that for one more week, I could die a happy man.”

Victoria chuckled. “I don’t want you dying on my account.”

John lifted his head. “Did you come again?”

“Don’t worry, you wore me out,” she said with closed eyes.

“Look at me.”

When she opened her eyes, a lump formed in her throat. He appeared to be quite sincere with his question. “John, it’s not—”

“I don’t want to half-ass lovemaking with you, darling,” he said with a furrowed brow. “Seeing your face when you let loose is my favorite thing.”

She let out a halted laugh. “I don’t think you have to worry about that. I came twice.”

“But you’ll be honest with me if you don’t?” His eyes searched her gaze with a keen interest.

“Of course,” she said, taking ahold of his face.