We’re still a beat, catching our breath. His hands come up around my waist and his forehead drops to my back. It feels like he places a soft kiss on my spine. When he finally pulls out and gets rid of the condom, I work on getting feeling back in my legs. “Ready, princess?” he asks, walking back toward me. His riding pants are still on but undone. “For?” He smirks and sweeps me up and into his arms. “I’m not even close to done with you.”
