She rolled over until she was on top, and jerked and pulled at his shorts until they were on the floor. She looked over her shoulder and stared with some satisfaction at his hard-on.

“This is no time for a cutting remark,” he warned her.

“In no way was I thinking of one. I was thinking about how men can be beautiful, too.”

If possible, he got harder. Definitely the boner of a lifetime. A one-of-a-kind boner, never to be repeated. Yep, there was no topping this bone, no way in Hell.

“Now fuck me,” Barb growled in her schoolteacher voice. “Right now.”

He was wrong! And never so thankful for it. He watched in admiration and lust as she straddled his hips with hers, as she seized him firmly in her hot little hand and guided him inside her. She was more than ready for him and he slid all the way in without the smallest bit of resistance.

“That’s better,” she said cheerfully, and began riding him like a cowgirl. All she needed was the twirling rope.

He grabbed her hips and surged against her on the downstroke, thinking I’m going to die I’m going to die she’s killing me and thank God thank God…

“Oh, Jonas, that’s wonderful. Don’t stop!” Bounce, bounce.

“I thought you weren’t going to talk for ten minutes.” He groaned while she slid up and down with exquisite strokes, while her breasts bobbed before him, begging to be kissed, while her mouth curved into a smile and her eyes sparkled.

“I never agreed to that,” she said primly, which was a riot given what they were doing.

“I’s’pose that’s fair.” He felt the familiar rumbling in his balls which meant the festivities would soon be over—he hadn’t gotten off so quickly with a woman since college. He reached and found Barb’s clit and stroked it gently, barely touching it, then more firmly on the downstroke, until she was riding his fingers as she was riding his cock, and then she shivered all over, leaned back, and shrieked at the ceiling.

His fingers whitened on her hips as he felt the rumbling start in his balls and race through is body until he thought the top of his head was going to come off. The room actually tilted one way and then the other as he desperately tried to focus, as Barb collapsed over him with a groan, as the greatest orgasm of his life tore through him like a—those things Fred talked about—

Don’t think about Fred, idiot.

Tsunami. Like a tsunami, that was it.

“Oh my,” Barb gasped in his ear.

“You’re my tsunami.”

She sat up and stared down at him thoughtfully, face and breasts flushed from their exertion. “We’ll work on the pet names,” she said at last, and he tickled her until she begged for mercy.

Chapter Thirty-one