She kissed Emma when she stiffened beneath her. “You okay?” she asked when she rolled off. She kept her hand in place when Emma closed her legs, trapping it there.

“I might wear you out and kill myself, but I’m hoping my hormones don’t balance out anytime soon.” Emma sucked in a breath when she pulled out, and she doubted they were done. “Feeling you like this calms my restless soul.”

“You sound like a poet out of time, but not to worry. I have plenty of stamina, lass, so I’ll keep up.” She lay on her back as Emma moved over her and started down her body.

“You’re right about that. I’ve never had any complaints about your stamina.” Emma dragged her hardened nipples down Cain’s abdomen until she was kneeling between her legs. “You make me feel so good, and that deserves a reward.”

She jerked when Emma put her mouth on her and sucked her in hard. It was as if Emma understood there was no need for buildup. Touching Emma was a privilege she never took for granted, and it drove her insane and made her hard.

Emma interlocked their fingers and raised her head, making her groan. “Let go, lover, and give me all of you.”

There was no need for more words as Emma went back to what she’d begun, and that tightening in her belly started and she didn’t want to slow down or stop. Emma had ratcheted up her need to the point that the orgasm she craved wouldn’t be held back even if someone had put a gun to her head and demanded it. Her wife was the only person in the world who stripped her of every ounce of control, and she loved her for it.

“Fuck,” she said as she gripped Emma’s fingers tighter. Emma responded by sucking harder, and it was almost too much. “Fuck,” she said again as she moaned when the pleasure got intense. “Fuck…fuck…fuck…” She released to the point of lethargy. She flinched again when Emma softly kissed her clit before moving back up to lie half on top of her. “You have a way of making me sound like a repetitive idiot, and you know how much I love repeating myself.”

“I wouldn’t say that, and it’s kind of humorous that you only use the word fuck when we’re in bed.” Emma kissed her before resting her head on her shoulder and rubbing her stomach in soft circles. “I think I say it more than you do when your kids are driving me nuts.”

“My kids?” she asked and laughed.

“The dynamic trio, who all look and act like you. They certainly didn’t get all that hyperactivity from me.”