Make-up sex is Penny’s forte. She’s very good at seeming so utterly unresponsive to suggestion that you have to work twice as hard to draw a single pulse of sexual energy from her – and then when you break through to her she’s all yours, her whole body stretching and twisting and humping toward you.
He could go down on her for years when she gets to the later point, live drowning in the scent and taste of a happy, wet, turned-on Penny. Later she’ll ride him like a trick pony, but he needs to catch his breath first.
Huh?” he mutters into her cleavage.
“Sure,” he says.
But he’s not.