“You are perfect,” he rasped, so still, so thick inside her.
His body trembled with the effort, and Rena wanted more. “So are you…if you’d just move.” She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper.
He groaned and withdrew, only to push back inside. He went slowly, not giving her what she needed.
“Axel, more. I won’t break. Fuck me.”
He leaned back and stared into her eyes as he withdrew all but the tip of himself. Then he slammed back into her.
She came on a shriek, gripping him tight, her nails leaving marks in his skin.
But he got the message. He fucked her like a man possessed and ravaged her into an even longer orgasm as he shouted her name and released.
He stayed there for a while, his climax powerful and so damn beautiful.
Rena rubbed the nape of his neck, dragging him down for more kisses once they’d both caught their breath.
When he drew back, he stared down at her in awe.
She smiled. “Was I worth waiting for?”
“Ja.” But he didn’t smile back, and she started to fret. “I must go.” He left before she could say anything, and she wondered what she’d done wrong. But he returned seconds later and grabbed another packet which he put into her hands.
“Now that the first one is over, we have time to make up for my hurried performance. I can do better.”
She gaped. “Better? I nearly died.”
“Twice.” He smirked. “The little death, your orgasm. You’re a screamer. I like that.”
“Stop.” She flushed. “You screamed too.”
“Oh, so you want to see if I can come quietly? That I can do.”
“Wanna bet?”
By noon she’d lost several times. But it wassoworth it.
* * *
As they walked into Ray’s together, Axel glanced down and grinned. Axel loved contrasts. He especially loved the sight of Rena’s lovely brown hand in his paler one. It reminded him of how perfect she’d looked juxtaposed against his naked body.
She tugged his head down and whispered, “Stop smiling. Everyone will know.”
It was just two nights after sharing a heart-stopping intimacy he’d never felt with another. Because with Rena, his orgasms had been beyond good. They’d been almost spiritual. At least to him.
She had seemed a little spooked after they’d made love for several hours, so he’d given her space, letting her set the pace of their relationship, telling her he’d wait for her to invite him out again.
But he’d still given her Valentine’s gifts, and he’d still walked her out to her car each evening. She had seemed pleased over the silk flowers and box of candy hearts. So he planned to continue his efforts to woo her through Valentine’s Day.
She’d invited him to accompany her to Ray’s, finally, and as they walked through the crowd, he saw friends and acquaintances, Del’s mechanics with J.T. playing darts. Smitty, Mateo, and Rylan sitting at another table.
“What will they know?” he asked, his hand on her shoulder, feeling possessive. But now he felt he had a right to that feeling.
“You know.” She tried to pull his hand away, but he stopped moving, halting her as well. She turned to face him. “Don’t look all wounded. You big faker.”
Yet he wasn’t exactly pretending to feel hurt. “You don’t want anyone to know we are together?”
She huffed and yanked his head down for a kiss that made him forget they were in Ray’s. “There. Happy now?” Around them, people hooted and yelled at them to get a room or give the crowd a show.
