"Booze and women…" Cassian said as he took a sip directly from the wine bottle, standing while Kirja was on all fours—well, on her shoulders and knees on the bed. She moved her hips back and forth, breathless but still keeping up the motion, matching Cassian's rhythm.
"The perfect match in the world…" he added, giving her a slap on the butt that pulled a louder moan from her.
Every movement made her shapely backside jiggle and pulled him deeper, and it couldn't be helped—he was too big. It stretched her to her limit and filled her completely. Every time she shifted forward, even if only part of him slipped out, it was still a lot, and every movement cost her a little more of her sanity.
Which was already slipping away as soft moans kept leaving her lips and her eyes rolled back. It couldn't really be helped. He had already pushed her into a heavy, overheated haze, leaving her feeling exhausted, overwhelmed, and unable to think straight with two loads shoted deep down.
