Martin remained braced above Cassandra, one hand pressed into the mattress as he absorbed her request. Minutes earlier, she had needed him to stop after every inch. Now her black hair covered half the pillow, her cheeks were still warm from her climax, and impatience had replaced the caution in her crimson eyes.
"You only just caught your breath."
"Then you have given me long enough to decide what I want." Cassandra curled her fingers behind his neck. "Come here."
He kissed her before she could turn the invitation into another order. Cassandra pulled him down with both arms, but her appetite had recovered faster than his body. The moment his softening cock pressed against her thigh, she eased her grip and looked between them.
Instead of disguising the problem behind a dry remark, she ran her fingertips along him and asked, "This will take a little time, won't it?"
"A little." Martin took her hand and closed it around him. "You could help."
