She stared up at him. “I do.”
No two words had ever meant more. He leaned down to kiss her again, and his cock brushed her clit. She shivered, and he knew the time had come.
“Now watch me, Syd. I don’t want to hurt you, but the truth is, this won’t feel that great at first.”
“No shit.”
The fiery redhead made him laugh, and she stole his heart with that tough exterior hiding the soft woman inside. “God, I love you. Now shut up and let me in.”
He rotated the dildo inside her and she sucked in a breath. Then he pumped it a few times and she moaned.
“Now me.” He spread her legs wider and slowly pushed the tip of his cock into her ass, stopping when he met resistance. “Push out and let me slide in.”
“You’re too big. I’m stretched full.”
“Stop whining. Do it. Push out.”
She did, and he slid inside, slowly, a little at a time as she caught her breath and accepted him. The sensation was indescribable. He concentrated on watching her for every flinch and reaction. The way she bit her lip, sucked in a breath or moaned his name guided his movements.
Finally seated all the way inside her, he leaned up on his elbows and stared into the face he wanted to wake up to every morning for the rest of his life. “Okay?”
She wiggled her hips, and he concentrated on not thrusting harder. He wanted to fuck her, but he deliberately kept himself still.
“Move,” she ordered.
Like he needed to be told twice. Carefully, he pulled out and slid back in. Little by little, he started to make love to her, thrusting in a slow, sure pace. Attuned to her every movement, he caught her enjoyment, and it increased his own. He slowed and reached between them to touch her clit, and she jerked hard.
“God, Derrick. Don’t stop.”
“I want you to come around me.”
“I don’t know if I can again. You wore me out.” She bit her lip as she watched him, and he began taking her again, wanting to claim her, to tie her to him with each push and pull.
“Touch yourself. Come with me, baby.”
Her hand disappeared between them, and that sexy move increased his need to come. Everything about Sydney turned him on, but this… Her acceptance, her willingness to try something new with him, to give him pleasure, such selflessness made it impossible not to love her all the more.
Her breathing increased, as did her moans. “Yes, Derrick. Oh, God. Yes. Now.”
He fucked her harder, and between one breath and the next, his orgasm slammed into him. She cried out and clamped down on him, coming at the same time. He swore as the seed burst from him in a rush, filling the rubber right up.
He couldn’t stop thrusting until finally, sated, he stilled and tried to catch his breath. Bent over her on his elbows, he finally managed to open his eyes, not sure when he’d closed them. When he blinked, he saw her watching him, her eyes wide and lit with wonder.
“Syd?” He sounded hoarse.
“Oh my God.” She reached up and cupped her hand behind his neck, pulling him down to kiss her. “That was incredible.”
He rested his forehead against hers, aware she had to be uncomfortable. “Yeah. Hold on and I’ll clean you up.”
Sucking in a breath, he slowly withdrew. She hissed, and he wanted to cradle her to him. Instead he disposed of the condom in a nearby trashcan and returned to take the dildo out of her. She groaned and lay there, utterly spent.
“I still love you.”
“Dick.”
He grinned. “I’m all dick, aren’t I? Big and manly. And I had that ass. Two points for Derrick Warren.”
“Shut up.”
