CHAPTER 38 ESCAPING

The woman's moans grew louder, more desperate, as she rode him harder, her body moving with a frenzied urgency that belied the calm, composed demeanor she had displayed earlier. Michael gritted his teeth, trying to block out the sensation of her skin against his, the taste of her sweat and the musky scent of her perfume that clung to the air around them. "Oh, Michael," she gasped, her words dripping with lust and desire as she leaned down to kiss him, her tongue sliding hungrily into his mouth as she pressed her body against his. The woman's moans grew louder, her voice a ragged cry of pleasure as she called out his name over and over again, her body arching back as she neared her climax. "Michael, Michael, Michael," she gasped, her voice rising to a fever pitch as she rode him harder, faster, her body tensing with pleasure. And then, with a final, guttural moan, she reached her peak, her body shuddering with ecstasy as she collapsed against him, her sweat-slicked skin pressed aga