She slid down the wall, sweaty, panting, exhausted, clad in nothing but her diamond earrings. She was not alone. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath before letting out a tired laugh.
"I don't think I've done that since…94?" She laughed again and looked over at the man next to her, similar in condition if less jubilant. "I didn't think you were going to make it there."
"I was doing just fine, besides," He looked at her. "I didn't hear you complaining."
"Nothing to complain about." She leaned over and kissed him, slow and hard. Kissing him was almost as good as the sex. And the sex was phenomenal. Had it been like this before? When he pushed her back onto the floor she easily focused on the sensations that his purposeful hands sparked within her. It felt so damn good to just feel something. And as he slipped inside of her she felt like pure liquid fire, bending to his every will, molded to fit him and only him.
"Let's see if you can keep up with this." He whispered and moved deeper within her. She moaned and decided she would be up for the challenge. She couldn't get enough of him when they were together and she didn't care.
All that mattered now was that he made her feel something.
RJ Gannon was like a drug and Nora was quickly becoming addicted.