"Why not?" Once again, I applied pressure, and he moaned. Even though we had just ended a few minutes before, I could feel him stiffening up inside of me. It gave me a rush of feminine power to know I could influence a man like that.

His laugh was deep and murky. He backed away from me so he could force me to sit upright. Before he rolled over me, he grabbed my ankles and pulled them up to his shoulders. The pressure of his body on my thighs brought them in toward my chest. He took hold of my wrists and pinned them to the sides of my head....