He didn't stop. He kept his hips rolling and grinding and pumping into me, and before I knew it, I was rising once again to the heights of ecstasy.

"Eat," I managed to speak between rough thrusts, "me."

With a low, animal growl, Paul leaned down and licked my neck. He sucked the flesh over my pulse and then delivered kisses down my torso, not forgetting my nipples, which were swollen and fat from his many love kisses.

I spread my legs, and Paul gripped my hips in ...