“I want to be inside you so bad, but if you’re still not ready you tell me.”
He stopped moving, and I think I growled in frustration.
A strained laugh escaped him, but still, he said, “Words, T.”
“You feel so good. I don’t want to stop.”
“Thank fuck,” he breathed as he reached between us and positioned himself at my entrance.
Then he was easing inside of me. Sweat beaded his forehead as he slowly stretched me. His arms trembled as he held himself above me while he took forever pushing inside me. Since he’d brought me to orgasm with his talented tongue and fingers, my body was soft and slick. Still, he was a big man, and I worked to relax and let him all the way in. When he was seated to the hilt, he stared down at me with eyes desire-darkened almost to black, with only a ring of silver-gray around his pupils.
“Oh, fuck, T. You feel like heaven. Are you okay?”
“I think so.” Experimentally, I shifted my hips, the movement pushing my clit against him. “Mmm.”
His eyes blazed as they held mine captive. Then he pulled almost all the way out.
“No! Please. Don’t leave,” I pleaded as I hooked my ankles together around his waist.
“Not going anywhere,” he grunted. “But it’s been so long, and you feel so incredible, I have to move.”
Gritting his teeth, he slowly pumped inside me. My body reacted to each thrust with more and more need. The walls of my pussy involuntarily closed around him, sending a bolt of pleasure through me. So I clamped down on him again on purpose. This time the carnal sensations rippling through me sent my hips meeting his thrust for thrust.
“Damn, T, you are a quick learner.” He panted. “If you keep doing that I’m not going to last.”
“You don’t like it?” I attempted to stop the pulsing of my body around his and discovered it to be an impossibility.
“Babe, it feels fucking wonderful, which is why I’m losing control,” he said through gritted teeth.
Running my hands up his arms and over his shoulders, I tugged him down for a kiss. Against his mouth I said, “You feel wonderful. I had no idea.” When I kissed him, he started moving, his hard thrusts coming too fast for my hips to keep up, so I locked my legs around him and hung on.
“Taryn! I’m gonna come! Fuuuck.” The tendons in his neck stretched as he shouted his pleasure, his body rigid for a second before he thrust a couple more times then collapsed on top of me.
I pulsed around him, a contented glow radiating from where we remained joined, as I lazily ran my fingertips up and down his broad back.
“I wanted you to come,” he mumbled into the pillow. “But I lost it.”
“Danny,” I whispered. “I had it right. You were the one.” I savored being this close to him, our skin touching everywhere from our necks to our knees. Never in my wildest dreams did I ever think I’d have him like this, our bodies fused together, absorbing each other.
When his breathing evened out, he rolled off me and pulled me onto my side, facing him. I couldn’t help but smile.
“That was amazing.”
He grinned back. “Next time I’ll make you come. Then you can tell me about mind-blowing.”
“Whenever you touch me, my whole body tingles and fizzes. It’s like my blood bubbles into champagne or something.”
Tangling his fingers in my hair, he tugged me in for a kiss. “You are the best part of my life, T. In case you haven’t figured it out, I’m wildly in love with you.”
Slipping my arm around his waist, I pressed my body to his. “I’ve loved you for so long.” I lost myself in the silver of his eyes. “When you didn’t leave tonight, when you let me cry and had the patience to figure out what was happening to me—I’m so lucky.” The deep intensity of the closed-mouth kiss we shared solidified our words.
He lay on his back, my head on his shoulder, our arms around each other. I thought he’d fallen asleep, but he said, “When you hooked up with that douchebag Aaron, I came within a day of re-upping.”
I lifted my head, blinking into his eyes.
“Then you called me in the middle of the night sobbing, and I wanted to wrap you in my arms so bad.” He followed the contours of my cheeks with his fingertips. “And maybe punch a certain asshole through a wall.”
I put my hand on his chest, and he settled back down into the pillows. “Easy there Ace. It’s ancient history now.” Smoothing my hand over the light dusting of hair on his pecs, I said, “If I’d had a clue I was ever going to leave the friend zone, I probably wouldn’t have dated him at all.”
