Using his thumb, he angled his porn-star dick toward her and gently probed. Hot, hard skin met soft, wet flesh. She realized she was holding her breath in anticipation when little white lights strobed in front of her eyes. She blew out a ragged sigh when he dipped inside. Not much. But it was enough to have her body instinctively clenching around his intrusion.
“This is never going to work if you keep doing that,” he whispered. Or rather panted. His thick chest heaved with effort. She knew his instincts were screaming at him to plunge inside. But out of concern for her, he held steady.
Steady…
That word described Dagan to a T. Besides her own father, he was the steadiest man she had ever known. The bravest. The most loyal. And for this one brief moment, he would be hers.
“T-try again,” she managed, eyes still glued to the place where they were connected. To the length of hard, turgid flesh that bridged their bodies.
“Breathe this time,” he commanded, gripping her hip in one hand, the base of his dick in the other.
She sucked in a steadying breath and released it, nodding her head. And just like that, he slipped inside. Not too much, just an inch or two. But it was enough to make her feel uncomfortably full.
“Fuck me, that’s a pretty sight,” he grumbled.
And it was. Him, so thick and hard, buried inside her. Her, so slick and soft, welcoming him in.
“Easy now,” he coached, taking a few unhurried passes. In and out. Deeper each time. Stretching her. Preparing her. “How does that feel?”
“It feels amazing.Youfeel amazing. Now, give me all of it.”
His breath hitched, and then he did. With one forceful jab he seated himself to the hilt. She gasped when his hot, heavy balls smashed against her ass at the same time the cushiony tip of him pressed hard against the entrance to her womb.
She was stretched as far as she could go. It was pleasure. It was pain. It was some sort of delicious combination of both.
“You okay?” His voice didn’t sound like his own. It was so low, so guttural. “You’re clamped down tighter than Fort Knox.”
Inexplicably, a smile curled her lips—Fort Knox?—and she forced her body to relax. Pressing her forehead against his, she caught her breath. “Go slow at first, okay?”
And he did that too.
A gentle retreat was followed by a slow, slick advance. Over and over again, until nerve endings she hadn’t been aware she possessed began to scream for fulfillment.
“You okay?” he asked again.
Okay? She was better than okay. Better than good or even great. She was… There was no word for it. Transcendent, maybe? Overcome? Undone? Blissfully on the verge of another orgasm? All were true, but none captured what it was to make love to the man who had stolen her heart so long ago.
“Faster, Dagan,” she commanded, searching for his mouth with her own. “Harder.”
And just as with all her demands, he didn’t hesitate to comply. His hips pistoned. Sweat broke out over the skin of his shoulders where she was holding on for dear life. His mouth mimicked the motion he created below.
She could feel him straining to hold back even as her own twice-sated body labored toward another completion. For long minutes he kept up the crazy rhythm, refusing to go over without her. His stamina was amazing. Not that she ever doubted it would be, but—
Every thought was incinerated by the explosion of her orgasm. Once again, she was coming so hard, coming so good, just coming and coming and coming.
Dagan ripped his mouth away. “Yes!” he cried through gritted teeth. “Squeeze me just like… Oh fuck!”
She opened her eyes to see him fling himself over the edge. His eyes screwed shut, his jaw clamped down tight, and his mouth formed a soundless, animalistic snarl. Tendons popped out on the side of his neck, his stomach muscles contracted over and over again, and she felt his hot release even through the barrier of the condom.
She had been wrong. Some peoplewerebeautiful when they came. Dagan Zoelner was one of them.
Chapter 28
For years, Dagan had kept himself apart, detached. Focusing on the missions and closing himself off from true happiness.
But it was impossible to remain detached in Chelsea’s arms.
“Chels.” He rested his forehead against hers as they both came down from the glorious high of physical release. “Chels, I—”
