My mind bends, pushing every last brain cell into the smallest possible space until there’s nothing left but blackness. I wrap my legs around Jinzo and squeeze. His arms clutch me to his chest, his lips on my neck. I throw back my head and let the relief wash over me.
“There,” Jinzo says, into my neck. He slips his hands down my back and settles them on the base of my spine. “Yes. There we go.” Sex on his lap is new for us, and I like it. A lot.