"Was that a definite yes?"
"That was a definite yes, Rock. An eternal yes." Pulling his face the last short distance, she kissed him.
Rock burst into flame. His hands were rough, his mouth hungry. Within seconds they were naked together and his fingers were smoothing the flesh of her inner thighs, inciting her to passion. She met him more than halfway, stroking his hard body, exciting his swollen cock with delicate, butterfly touches, nibbling his hard male nipples, lightly scraping her fingernails down the lean muscles of his back.
They drove each other higher and higher, until Genny's awareness comprised only her need, her hunger. She arched upward, offering herself to him, heard her own hoarse cry as he entered her. Joined, they moved in perfect rhythm, giving, taking, striving together toward the ultimate fusion.
When the world shattered, they clung together, panting, bonded with the strength of their passion. For a long time they remained joined, letting the world reform around them. Finally Rock moved slightly, lifting himself to relieve her of most of his weight. He slipped sideways, but kept one arm and one leg across her, as if afraid she'd get away.
Genny turned her head, found his smiling eyes. "A definite yes," she repeated.
"I love you, little lady," Rock said, his voice gentle.
"Don't call me lit--" Genny found her words cut off as he kissed her yet again.
"I love you, darlin'," Rock said. "Is that better?"
"Perfect," she said. "Simply perfect."
THE END
About the Author
Judith B. Glad grew up reading pulp magazines, watching action hero serials, and collecting comics--Wonder Woman, Superman, Batman, Captain Marvel. So is it any wonder that she grew up wanting to create her own worlds in which the good guys--male and female--always won, where right always prevailed, and where love was the most important force in the universe?
Sidetracked by reality, she started a family, followed a couple of careers, and went back to school. Eventually she ended up as an independent environmental consultant. One winter when business was slow, she sat down and wrote a romance.
What fun! she thought. Much more fun than writing reports. A lot harder too, but eventually she figured out how to do it right. Now she spends every available hour writing romances.
Judith lives with her husband in Oregon, where flowers bloom in her yard every month of the year. Her children and grandchildren live not too far away.
Visit Judith's website at www.judithbglad.com, and while you're there, take a side trip to her other webpages where you'll meet her family and find links to some unusual and interesting places.
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