She cried out again as he slammed into her, his climax touching off a ripple of aftershocks within her, her inner walls fluttering around his pulsing cock. She hoped Sherlock wasn't home. Or if he was that he was at least in his room two floors down. He didn't barge in on her when he knew she had a guest, but he would still be curious, and they did not want Sherlock curious.

She rolled over onto her back with her own groan, her whole body warm and tingling and slightly sore between her legs. God, it felt good. She exhaled as well, and turned her head to look at him, smiling back.

"Only you make me sound like that," she said, her eyes sparkling. She reached over to take his hand, interlacing her fingers with his.