CURILA 6
I think we wore her out. Ceuma spoke within Mindvoice as she lifted her head from Joci's broad chest, her Persian red hair damp with sweat. Her jade green eyes turned with her face and she looked at the ebony skinned face and dark eyes of her husband and mate. Joci's chest rose and fell evenly with deep breaths as his racing heart began to slow to a more sedate rhythm. Ceuma couldn't help but grin when she saw the look in his eyes and how wide they were at the actions that had taken place over the last three hours since he had walked into their quarters and found her and Naesta naked and locked in a torrid embrace of mutual pleasure.
