Rose shivered. That sound, that low rumbling purr could have made a jungle cat jealous, and hearing it from Rolf did things to her that only made her crave him more. She sighed contently each time his lips touched her skin, shifted slightly, arching just enough for her body to touch his as he slid up her body. Each place they touched felt afire, keeping the high from her release from fading completely. And then he reached her lips.
She moaned into the kiss; teasing, playing, tasting herself on this tongue and lips, her arm wrapped tightly around his neck. Until he pulled back and she was looking up into his beautiful face, getting lost in his loving gaze. “I’m right here,” she whispered, tilting her hips up to meet Rolf’s nudging. She gasped longingly when he first entered her, then moaned contently as he sunk deeply into her.