The easy way he tossed me from hanging my head over the foot of the bed for his taking, to face down in the pillows, my hips hiked up around his, that endlessly rigid length of his burrowing back inside my over-sensitive—but never too sore—core. Falling asleep with his mouth on mine, waking again with it on my sex, his tusks firm and holding my lips spread for his tongue's greedy searching, slurping, and feasting upon me until I was whining with a reluctantly wrung out orgasm.
