My words gave JJ pause. Just a long enough one to grin at me and say, "Never were truer words spoken."
Then he moved again, in these slow, smooth strokes that made me sigh and arch in the pleasure, the kinds of which I've never tried before. I wasn't ready for it, and when it reached that limit of what one could hold without bursting, it was a shock.
This time, the orgasm was like a wave that swept me instead of an explosion—softer and longer, but even more intense, if that was possible. My fingers clenched on his shoulders hard enough to bruise a normal person. In my ecstasy, I moaned something I couldn't remember—JJ's name or a variation of it—and he swallowed the sound of it with another kiss.
