Jan Springer: In Her Bed

He exploded. He couldn’t help but groan in satisfaction as he twisted in the erotic throes of arousal as it embraced him head-on like intense blades of lightning. Yeah, he would like it here. He was home.

Durango came on a strangled cry as he joined the three in their combined release. Shards of shivers embraced him. The blades of pleasure ripped him apart with an intensity he’d never felt before. Watching Liz sandwiched between two men, their hard, strong bodies dominating hers, their powerful thrusts against her ripping erotic gasps out of her mouth, making her shudder and shake with fierce arousal, was something he’d always craved to see. It had been everything he’d ever wanted. For him and most of all, for her.

As if sensing him watching her, she suddenly opened her eyes and smiled at him. “I love this. I love you,” she mouthed. She closed her eyes again, embracing the pleasure, and fierce happiness swept through him.

It was so obvious to him he hadn’t been wrong about her. She’d just needed a little push in the direction where her cravings lie. She’d needed a shove to shed her inhibitions. She was shy right now, but it wouldn’t be long before she hungered freely for their touches.

The four of them were a perfect match, and Durango knew he was home and they’d all be happy. Forever.