The Glass Knot-mmf (32 page)

“Oh,
God, that was something else,” he said, shuddering within my embrace.

As
I slid my palms over his hot back, I was aware that every one of his muscles
was taut and tight.

“You
made me completely lose it then,” he murmured. “I felt like a horny teenager
again, doing it for the first time. All control left me.”

I
giggled breathlessly.

He
pulled back and grinned, but kept his cock pumping slowly within me. He looked
down. “Ah, fuck, that looks so hot.”

I
followed his gaze. His veiny, mauve shaft, rising from his black pubic hair,
slid backwards and forwards through my paler pubes. It was slick and shiny and
still hard and solid. I could just make out the glossy nub of my clit jutting
from its hood.

The
sight of Jacob entering me was sublime and I would never tire of it. But
suddenly I was aware once more of my position against the window, and the
memory of the binoculars comment. I went to move my legs from his hips. But he
grabbed both my thighs, kept me wrapped tight around him.

“No,
don’t move. Jesus, I feel like I could come all over again.” He looked up and
grinned, then ducked for a kiss.

I
accepted it happily and a delicious flush of accomplishment filled me. I’d done
it. The old Karen was back. I could still talk dirty. I could still make Jacob
lose it with words.

But,
my goodness, where had those words risen from?

Where
on earth had that depraved image of being taken against my will come from? I’d
described it so vividly and it had sent me reeling into one damn fine orgasm.

Was
there something wrong with me? Then I realised.
It’s the book. That damn
filthy book.