I wanted to keep my eyes open to see every possible expression on Ford’s face, but I couldn’t seem to do it. His thrusts picked up their pace, his cock delving impossibly deeper, hitting that spot inside me over and over. Pinpricks of light and sensation danced across my skin, sparking as they embedded themselves there, digging in until my body came alive. For the first time in my life, I felt everything.

A flick of Ford’s thumb across my clit struck the final match of something I had no idea how to name. It was a black hole of sensation, the way a star explodes and then collapses in on itself. Ford came with a shout, filling me impossibly fuller and then collapsing on top of me as I struggled for breath.

He rolled, taking me with him. My chest heaved as I tried to regain my equilibrium. I started to laugh. I couldn’t help it. It was as if all my circuits had misfired, and the only thing that could escape me was laughter.

“You know,” Ford said low in my ear. “The sounds you’re making right now could be a real hit to my manhood.”

I laughed even harder. “I think I blacked out mid-orgasm. I’ve never experienced anything that intense before.”

Ford grinned against my face, then pressed his lips to my temple. “I’m glad you didn’t pass out on me.”

My laughter slowly subsided, and I tilted my face up so that my chin rested on his sternum. I nibbled on my bottom lip.

“What is it, Trouble?”

My stomach twisted. “Was it, um, good for you?”

In a flash, I was on my back, Ford on top of me. “I am still inside you after the most mind-blowing sex of my life, and you’re asking if it was good?” I swallowed and nodded slowly. “No, it was not good. It was the best I’ve ever had.” His gaze bored into mine. “Because it was you and me, it’ll always be the best I’ve ever had.”

Tears pricked the corners of my eyes. “I think my emotional responses are going a little haywire.”

Ford chuckled. “You’re adorable, Trouble.”

I grinned, even if it was a little wobbly. “You’re pretty adorable, too, Cupcake.”

Ford gave me a mock scowl. “She calls me Cupcake after I fucked her so hard she almost passed out.” He shook his head. “Looks like I’m just going to have to try again.” He slipped out of me, and I whimpered at the loss. Pushing to his feet, Ford swept me up in his arms.

“Ford, your shoulder,” I warned. All this lifting me couldn’t be good for the still-healing joint.

“It’s fine. More than, actually. Now, it’s shower time.”

I wasn’t going to argue with that.

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