Ross pulled her back from the wall and carried her to the bed, flipping her onto her back with ease.
He positioned her legs over his shoulders, his eyes locked onto hers with an intensity that made her heart race.
"We're not done yet, love," he growled, his cock already poised to enter her again.
The hours that followed were a blur of passion and ecstasy.
Ross took her in every conceivable position, his stamina seemingly endless as he pushed Althea to her limits.
Her body was pliant under his, trembling with each orgasm he drew from her.
She lost count of how many times she came, her cries growing hoarse as her voice gave out.
By the time they finally collapsed together, the room was filled with the scent of their lovemaking, the sheets tangled and soaked.
Althea lay sprawled across Ross's chest, her body utterly spent, her mind swimming in the afterglow.
