But not tonight. They slipped into a good thumping rhythm. A good mauling hug and a good solid pounding. Fine solid, dependable sex. Building up to orgasm like laying bricks. Angel architects laid bricks like this in the walls of heaven. Level one, level two, taking their time, level three, almost done now, and there it was. Climax washed through her, and she moaned happily. He was still at it. It was no use aiming for another one, and she didn’t try, but it came anyway, a small little twinge with a pleasure all its own, like smelling brandy in another room.