Part of her was impatient, and just wanted him to start f*****g her. The rest was grateful. Here was someone who cared more about her than his own desires. Which was only fair, she supposed, since she had practically r***d him in the doorway, then had followed that up with a what was practically a demand that they screw.
Suddenly embarrassed, she lowered her eyes. “I…only if you want to,” she stammered. “You do want to, don’t you, Albert? I mean, I know you and my mom…made love tonight.” Indeed, she could still smell the residue of their s****l encounter in the air.
“I do,” he said, bending his head to kiss the base of her spine. Her hips jerked as his tongue licked the so-sensitive spot where her ass-cheeks melded into her back. “You’re beautiful. And you smell amazing.”
“Shyla,” she s
