"Fucking amazing," she repeated, still breathless. Anne gave him a smile and ran her hand through his hair, leaning forward to give him a kiss that was tender. The tenderness was something that had been lacking in the kisses she had received from Henry, at least in comparison to the kisses she'd shared with Mason.
She liked it. Suddenly, a laugh bubbled up and erupted and she placed her hands over her face. "I much prefer the dressing room over the small area here," she told him, dropping her hands to her throat. "But the intensity." Another moan escaped, both from the memory and feel of him still inside her. Cautiously, she squeezed around him carefully and gave him another kiss. For good measure, "Fucking amazing."