Dragging the tip of his finger across her moisture, down between her cheeks and back up again, he flicked his tongue around her clit in a teasing little circle. “I do mind. Come for me, Mandy. Please.”
Swallowing hard, he plunged his finger into her softness. She gave a cry of shock that dissolved into a ragged moan. Hearing her spurred him on, made him want to—need to—hear more, hear her burst in that ultimate pleasure.
As he stroked into her, he dropped his mouth down onto her clit and sucked the tight pink button. Mandy jerked up, then froze half-sitting up as she shattered. Her hands slapped at his head, searching for a hold, as her orgasm set her muscles clenching around his fingers and her legs tightening.
For a long moment, she shuddered in release, and Damien held her, still stroking.
Then her groan trailed off into a curse.
“Oh, damn it!” she said with a cry of frustration. “I told you not to do that.” Her fingers curled in his hair and jerked his head back and forth with a violence that both amused him and turned him on. “God! This is all your fault.”
Damien wiped his mouth and tried to feel remorse, but it just wasn’t there. “I’m sorry. But I couldn’t help myself.” He sat up and reached for the button on his pants. “I can’t help this either.”
Still feeling shattered and more than a little miffed at her lack of control, Mandy lifted her head at the tone in Damien’s voice. He was dispensing with his trousers.
Fine. Whatever. It didn’t matter in the least to her. He had ruined it all by forcing the orgasm issue after she had specifically made a point to explain to him that she didn’t achieve that more than once per sitting, and now she was feeling languid and sleepy and not the least bit interested in...
His erection nudged her. “Oh!” she moaned, then slapped a hand over her mouth.No moaning, Mandy.It would go to his head.
“Feel good?” he asked as he pulled back.
“Actually, it’s rather unpleasant,” she said, even as she lifted her backside in an encouraging offering. Damn, it was so hard to stick to her principles when he was tickling his finger there.
He gave a low laugh as he dug a condom out of his pants pocket and opened the package. “I’m really sorry. Do you think you could suffer a little more unpleasantness for my sake? Just two minutes, tops. And next time, I promise to give your requests the attention they deserve.”
Bereft without either his finger or his cock, she decided that was prettily said and she could forgive him for delivering shattering pleasure on her. She didn’t doubt that it would feel good to have him slip inside her, imbed himself deep in her body.
Mandy felt aftershocks of excitement fissure through her thighs. “All right. Two minutes. Tops.” She tried for an insufferable sigh, but couldn’t keep the corner of her mouth from lifting.
With a laugh, he said, “Now who’s the ogre? Next you’ll have me in tears.”
He nuzzled his nose along her thigh, then skimmed his lips over the slight bump of her belly with a tenderness that made her throat tighten. He was momentarily distracted by her breasts, spending a good minute or two lavishing attention with his tongue on each one while she tried not to go cross-eyed. Then he moved to the curve of her neck, and finally, to her mouth.
Damien kissed her deeply, openly, while his hands brushed her hair back from her face. Then he murmured against her lips. “Thank you. I truly appreciate your generosity. I promise to make this as efficient as possible for you.”
“Do get on with it,” she said, though the effect of using her mother’s voice when addressing the maid was ruined by the groan she collapsed into at the end.
He was nudging her again, his pupils dilated, eyes glazed with passion, and Mandy exhaled a shaky breath. It felt so torturously good, the tip of his cock resting just inside her swollen damp flesh, and she involuntarily rocked her hips toward him.
Now he was the one swearing. She could tell Damien was clamped on tightly to his control, easing himself deeper inside her one slow steely inch at a time. It had been three years for him, and yet he held himself back, sweat beading on hisforehead, shoulders straining, neck muscles bulging, corded sinew and throbbing veins.
She didn’t understand, couldn’t think why he didn’t just plunge inside her like they both wanted him to, and her fingers snaked past his waist and settled on his rock-hard backside. Slowly, slowly he filled her until she was squirming and aching and pleading with him. “Damien, please...”
But he ignored her, sucking on the swell of her breast above her nipple as he rested inside her, only half buried. “I’m savoring again, that’s all.”
Well, he needed to stop. Mandy grabbed his bum and shoved down, at the same time she rammed her hips up toward him. She may not be as strong as him, but she had surprise and determination on her side. The thrust sent them colliding together, and he filled her fully, stretching her sensitive muscles and giving rise to the speculation that maybe she could have another orgasm.
Bloody hell, that felt good.
Her body was taut everywhere, tingling and swollen, and she used her inner muscles to clench on to him, afraid he’d leave.
“Mandy, oh, damn, honey.” His eyes were closed, a shudder rolling over him.
She knew the feeling. But after a long drawn-out second that felt like half her life, Mandy started to worry that he wasn’t going to do anything. That he was just going to sit there in her, like a parked car.
He was a complex man, who clearly had some issues in a past relationship, and he had more willpower than she could ever hope for, but now wasn’t the time for him to be exercising it. It was time for him to let it go, to allow himself pleasure.
“Damien, darling, please pleasure me.”
