Exotic Erotica Bundle: Invite Me In / Tokyo Rendezvous / Soul Strangers

He snorted. “No, I don’t need any praise. I know it was good. I’m swimming in your pleasure.”

I wrinkled my nose. “That was kinda crude.” I wriggled against him. “You’re getting a little heavy.”

A mocking eyebrow rose. “Actually, love, you’re on top.”

“You know this doesn’t make a bit of sense.”

“I’m dead. The laws of physics don’t necessarily apply here.”

I boldly placed my hand between his legs. “Not all of you. Why didn’t you come?”

“Are you complaining?”

“No, I’m just surprised,” I answered, but there was that insecure part of me that wondered whether I hadn’t been able to satisfy him. “I mean, you’re carrying on a conversation. In my experience, men are decidedly nonverbal when they’re aroused.”

“Your vast experience?”

I blushed. He knew better. “Well, not so vast, I guess, unless you count…”

“Vicarious pleasures?”

“That’s a nice way of putting it. Still, you didn’t come. After being with her, and then me, I just thought…” His slow smile made me feel stupid, which angered me. I jutted out my chin. “Why didn’t you take a bite of me? I was there for you, opening to you, ready.”

“I’m not done yet. That was just to get you to relax a bit.”

“I’m pinned to my ceiling. How am I supposed to relax?” However, I was strangely content.

“Sorry, are you uncomfortable?” He carefully pulled out of me, and we fell in a heap to the mattress below, bouncing once before settling.

I leaned up on my elbows and pushed back the hair falling in my face. “Not nice,” I said, as I crawled off his body.

“I never claimed to be nice.” His hand clamped on her thigh. “And I’m not through.”

His words stopped me. As much as the arm that encircled me and dragged me down on top of him.

His cock gouged my belly as I lay over him.

“Maybe I’m done.”

“Like I said. That first time was for you. To calm you.” He sprawled beneath me, an arm under his head, looking completely at ease, totally in control.

Already, my blood thrummed against my temple, my nipples beaded, my pussy tightened. The way his gaze bored into mine, I knew whatever wicked delights he had in store for me would probably make me cringe in embarrassment. “You know,” I said, deliberately stalling, “I just realized I don’t know your name.”