Vaguely aware that Jeremy had clambered off the sofa, she shifted her hands to grip Ethan’s upper arms, giving her leverage to meet him thrust for thrust. The added bonus being how good he felt beneath her fingers—the man truly had biceps to die for. And she intended to hold on to them as he screwed her into oblivion. This time, her mouth unimpeded, she let out a peal of laughter. It distracted Ethan from his rhythm, but not for long.
She soon shut up when he started grinding against her, stimulating her clit where it was crushed between their bodies. Her grip on his arms was so hard she was surprised he didn’t yelp. But then, he was no wimp. It probably felt like a tickle to him.
Soon, yelping and tickling were the furthest things from her mind. The tightening of her abdomen and slight
