“I’m a weak man,” he admitted. “I intended to go slow, but—”
“Fast is good,” she murmured before nibbling the cords of his neck.
Taking her at her word, he thrust, watching her face and monitoring her reactions. Her pussy rippled around his cock, squeezing it tight. They fell into an instinctive rhythm, the slap of flesh and sounds of fucking loud and unrestrained. Frissons of excitement whipped him. She felt sodamngood. The tiny noises she made at the back of her throat, a sound between a whimper and a cry, pushed at his restraint. He thrust harder.Faster. Her fingernails dug into his shoulders until he felt the edge of pain. It rippled straight to his cock. Damn, if she kept touching him that way he’d loseallsemblance of control.
He manacled her wrists above her head, curbing her wandering hands. A low groan emerged when he moved faster again, pounding into her with controlled passion.
Hot. Tight.Perfect.
Her slick heat caressed him, a surge of wetness making his cock buck.
“I love the way you feel,” he murmured, needing to let her know how much he was enjoying making love with her. “Tight and wet.”
“More, please.” Her needy whimper whispered past the rim of his ear, while her pussy gripped him sweetly.
“I don’t want to come first.”
She ground against his erection, panting slightly as the walls of her sex pulsated. “It doesn’t matter. We can do it again.”
Connor plundered her mouth.Anytime. Hell, yeah. He’d take any excuse to touch and explore her body.
He thrust again. Once.Twice. Clawing tension rose until he couldn’t control it any longer. His cock jerked in explosive contractions, heart pumping while he froze, embedded in her. He gasped at the pleasure roaring through his body. His own private fantasy turned into flesh. He didn’t think he’d ever felt this good before. In the past sex had been all about getting off. With Maggie it was different because hecaredfor her. Cared about what happened to her, her feelings, her needs. He came back to reality and realized he was squashing her.
“Damn, I’m sorry.” He pulled free and dealt with the condom, wondering if his early climax would cause a problem between them. Women were funny about that sort of thing, even though she’d encouraged him to take his pleasure. “That hasn’t happened before. I’m usually more disciplined.”
Maggie laughed, setting his fears at rest. “Don’t apologize. I’ve enjoyed it.” She cocked her head to one side, teasing him. “So far.”
“Only enjoyed? I’ll have to see if I can do better.”
Grinning, Connor moved between her legs, lifting her to his mouth. Her sweet flavor exploded across his taste buds. He parted her folds, rasping his tongue over her clit. Her groan was music to his ears. He’d do almost anything to hear more of the ragged sound, the whimpers she couldn’t contain.
He pushed two fingers inside her and settled in to give her pleasure. A puff of air against her engorged clit. A stroke of his tongue. He pumped his fingers, curling them to hit her sweet spot. She shook and moaned, hips jerking beneath his touch. When he covered her nub with his mouth and sucked on it, the tiny bundle of nerves pulsed. He felt the rhythmic clenching of her pussy around his fingers. Groaning, she jerked beneath his touch, shaking uncontrollably before relaxing. After a final swipe of his tongue, he lifted his head and moved up the bed to draw her into his arms.
Maggie curled into him, her soft sigh filling him with contentment.
His.
She mightn’t know it yet, might fight the idea, but he had enough patience for both of them.
Boy, did he.
