HAPPY FOREVER AFTER
As though the joining of their bodies was for some other purpose besides an orgasm or two.
And all that unexpected tenderness made her even hotter, so that when he was finally moving frantically in her with their destination in sight, she was right there with him, overcome with too many emotions to name.
He leaned her back on the counter, and bottles of syrup toppled over, rolling off the countertop and shattering on the floor. The uncapped raspberry syrup bottle spilled and created a sticky sweet pool near Monica's left shoulder, and moments later, when she came, bucking hard against him, she didn't give a damn that her hair got stuck in the mess.