She yearned to take on the intimate task. Since she’d chosen to make love with him one more time, she was determined to etch every moment with significance.
His breath hissed through his teeth when she started rolling it on, so she moved faster. “That’s it. You’re suited up.”
“Thank God.” Spanning her waist with both hands, he lifted her off the bed.
She clutched his shoulders as he repositioned her. He didn’t exactly toss her to the mattress, but she bounced just a wee bit. “Impatient, are we?”
“Sorry.”
“Don’t be. I’m yours for the taking.”
His eyes glittered as he moved between her thighs, his breath coming fast. “I…” He closed his mouth. Shook his head.
“What?”
“Nothing.”
His intense gaze warned her to let it go. She did, sliding her arms around his solid body and stroking his back. As he lowered his hips, she spread her fingers over his warm skin, absorbing the flex of his muscles.
Anticipation hummed through her veins as the blunt tip of his cock nudged her and found purchase. She was so ready tobegin this sensual dance of matching rhythms carrying them to a glorious mutual climax.
With a deep-throated sound that was almost a growl, he drove home. And stayed there, panting, his eyes closed.
Her body heat shot up as a spasm rocked her core. She gulped. Another one. Too soon!
He opened his eyes to reveal the fire blazing there. “You’re coming.” His voice was ragged.
She sucked in a breath. “Uh-huh.” Another spasm hit. Soon. Very soon, damn it. “I can’t… hold back.”
“Don’t try.” He began to thrust.
And she was lost, helpless to control the eager response of her needy body. “Come with me!”
“No.” He stroked with devastating skill. “Go with it, Lani-lou! Show me what you’ve got!”
She showed him, all right. Yelling like never in her life, she welcomed a climax so powerful she almost blacked out.
He kept moving, prolonging the incredible sensations as he gradually slowed the pace. Then he paused, still firmly seated and fully erect.
She gazed up at him, certain he’d see the adoration in her eyes. “I think you found my G-spot.”
“Could be.”
Yeah, the gleam in his eyes said he was mighty proud of himself. “You said you were out of practice. But you didn’t?—”
“Figured out that if I let go, I’d have to take you home.”
“I didn’t want to come so soon. I liked it when we climaxed together.”
“We still can.”
“After that orgasmathon? Forget it. I’m tapped out.”
“You just think you are.” He rocked his hips in a lazy motion. “How’s that?”
“Feels nice, but I’m not—oh!” She’d been fixated on the glow in his dark eyes. Meanwhile he’d slipped his hand between her thighs. He had a very talented thumb.
“More interested, now?”
