Chapter Ninety Seven

She squirmed, raising her arms over her head while Roth began thrusting up and up beneath her. She held on tightly with her thighs, laughing at the wildness rising in them both.

She felt her eyes roll back in her head. Her hands, fluttering frantically about for anything to hold, found his shoulders and gripped with all their strength.

Her orgasm was not the pleasant shivering she had experienced earlier, but a powerful, convulsive clenching and unclenching that wrenched a cry of joy from her throat. For a moment, the world went red.

When her vision cleared, she looked down to see his brow knit as in concentration. He gasped for air, his eyes closed tightly. Then, as his back stiffened beneath her, he opened his eyes and a deep, throaty groan answered her cry.

She got off him and fell on the bed, burrowing her face in the sheets, as Roth threw a cover on her. She dozed off after a while, but sleep could not be farther away from Roth’s eyes.

His mind was now much after having sex,