IV
Sophia pressed her head back against the pillow and screamed with pleasure. Her loins dissolved into rippling liquid gold. Her fingers dug into the man's back and her legs clenched around his hips, trying to crush him against her.
"Oh—oh—oh—" she moaned. The warmth spread to her toes, her fingertips, her scalp, filling her with joy. She was so happy that she wanted to cry.
As the blaze of ekstasia died down, she felt Manfred driving deep inside her. She felt his hardness, his separateness, as she could not feel it a moment ago when she was at her peak and they seemed to melt together, one being.
His rhythm was insistent, inexorable, like a heartbeat. His hands under her back were tense. He was fighting for his climax.
She delighted in the sight of his massive shoulders overshadowing her. It was almost like being loved by a god.
Manfred's face was pressed against her shoulder, his open mouth on her collarbone. She turned toward him and saw the light in his white-gold hair. She slid one hand up to his hair and stroked it, while with the other she rubbed his back in a circular motion.
She felt the muscles in his body tighten against her. He drew in a shuddering breath.
"Yes—yes—good," she whispered, still stroking his hair, still caressing his back.
He relaxed, panting heavily.