Sometimes, being with Rolf could best be compared to fireworks and loud music, which was fun and hot and spicy food and, sweet Helga, as sexy as he was, and Rose loved that, loved everything about those times. But then there were the quieter times, with the intense tenderness and slow moves, when words wasn’t necessary and the soft sighs conveyed everything, when her fingers tightening around his felt as sensual as the slow slide of their bodies against each other.
She drew up her knee, feeling herself tightening around him and felt rather than heard his groan. Her fingers combed through his thick hair, her eyes closed and she lost herself in just feeling. There was no rush, just the two of them and Rolf slowly making love to her. She breathed deeply letting Rolf set the pace that would take him to the same edge each of his thrusts were pushing her towards.