Jack's body throbbed as he regained consciousness; every single muscle in his body felt abused and battered, but he'd never been more happy, more satisfied. Carefully brushing blonde strands of hair out of his face, he shifted to the left slightly to relieve the numbness in the shoulder that Sam was currently using for a pillow.
Releasing a gentle sigh, she wrinkled her nose and sank deeper into him. His heart clenched as he watched her brow furrow before relaxing back into sleep. The leg she had thrown over his thighs, shifted slightly north, rubbing against his groin. Biting back a groan, he felt his body begin to respond. Unfortunately, there was no way he was going to be able to do something about it—not after the night they'd just shared.
Jack had lost count of the number of times he'd made love to Sam. Somewhere around the sixth time, his brain stopped caring as his body continued to hardened every time the fire within her called to him. They'd made love on the bed at least four times; more than once with her on top. A memory that was seared into Jack's brain as his wife—oh he loved the sound of that—had rode him in wild abandon. Her head thrown back, her perfect breasts on full display.
They'd also done it up against a wall a few times, on the floor, and this last time sitting on the bed; her straddling his lap as they stared into each other's eyes. Okay, it was definitely more than six times.
Jack couldn't help the shudder that ran through him. He hadn't had sex that many times in one night, in well, ever. In his youth, he might have been able to pull off two or three, but last night he'd literally lasted all night—he felt like a stud.
Of course, he knew the fire thing probably had a lot to do with his body's ability to continually pleasure Sam. But he was also equally in awe of her. Each time she had splintered apart in his arms, calling his name, had been more breathtaking than the last. The bond they shared, which now seemed firmly in place, had allowed him to feel what she felt every time she came.
Yawning, Jack decided he wasn't quite ready to let go of Sam just yet; she felt too good against him. He felt a sense of peace that he didn't know was possible as he wrapped his arms around her and snuggled into her softness. Within seconds he was sound asleep.