Right there, Drake. Oh, yes, right there,” she gasped.
Neither of us took long to hit the Holy Ground, Kady’s term for orgasm. Hip undulations picked up speed as did the circles I made in the nether regions of her pelvis. I remembered seeing perspiration glistening on the tan ridges made by the hip bones.
“I’m…coming…Drake,” she cried out, but I already knew, told by the avid squeezing of her internal chamber, triggering the synaptic avalanche of my own. Soon gush after gush of milky seed slammed into the dead end of the condom, while she panted and wailed, lunging upward again and again against my turgid shaft.
Cradling her in the crook of an arm, I lay back at the paramount of contentment and bliss. Kady glowed with a sheen of perspiration completely covering that golden body and snuggled close. Small pink lips curled into a smile.
Her eyes cut to the side. “Where’s Precious?”
Before covering her mouth with mine, I said, “Let him get his own girl.”