Selfish or not, he needed her.
“I want you. I want your daughter. I wantus. ”
“I was really hoping you’d say that,” she whispered.
It wasn’t clear to him who moved, but their lips were together, coaxing, pressing, begging, tasting each other, and he gripped the side of her cheek, desperate in his desire, his feelings.
He loved her. She loved him. And Mandy said it could be that simple. Here, in the dark, with her in his arms, her taste on his tongue, he believed it.
Mandy kissed Damien for all she was worth, trying to push into his mouth all the feelings, the love, the tenderness she felt for him. She knew it wasn’t easy for him to open up to her. He had been living in emotional solitary confinement for three years.
But this was right, so very, very right, and she wanted to show him that.
When she started pushing down her knickers, he broke their kiss. “Need help with those?” His voice wasn’t urgent, but slow, sensual, achingly intimate.
“Yes, please. I want to be closer to you. I want to be inside your skin.” She slipped into his boxers and held his bum, wedging him closer against her, even as he skimmed her panties down.
“You feel so good,” he said, brushing his mouth over her shoulder, her arm, as he pushed the panties to her knees.
Mandy kicked her legs and got them off the rest of the way. They were hot flesh to hot flesh, the moonlight reflecting off his glossy black hair, the hair on his legs tickling over her skin.
She drew in a deep breath. “You smell so good. Like a man.”
He laughed softly. “I don’t think that’s a good thing.”
Hearing his laughter always pleased her on a fundamental level because she didn’t think he’d had much to laugh about before she’d met him. It seemed such a small thing, but every time she heard it, she had to smile.
“Oh, but it is.” She licked his chest, enjoying the startled little jerk he gave. Shifting her hands, she maneuvered his briefs down to his hips. Desire was building between her thighs, and when his erection pressed against her, she groaned softly.
Damien disposed of his boxers using the same kick-and-flick method she had, until they were both on their sides, locked together like a couple of Legos. His kisses rained down her neck, shoulder, and breast while she rocked against him slowly, the tip of his penis sliding along her slick folds.
They teased and touched and kissed until their breathing was loud and ragged and their rocking movements desperate. Mandy ached to feel him inside, ached to show him what he meant to her.
“Lift your leg over my hip,” he said, hands cupping her backside.
She did, and he slid inside her at the same time his tongue entered her mouth. A shudder tore through her, the groan shegave captured by his kiss. She had never been this close to a man, in this way, this total, complete joining of heart, body, and soul.
“Damien.” She tore her mouth from his, unable to take so much at once. She buried her face in his neck, grasped his shoulders with trembling fingers as he moved inside her over and over, his thrusts coming stronger and faster.
Hands holding her in place on the bed, Damien moved inside her as he whispered along her cheek. “I love you, Mandy.”
“I love you, too.” Her swollen flesh wrapped around him, received him, and she came with a cry, jerking backward with the violence of her orgasm. “Oh, damn!”
He held her to him, wouldn’t let her leave him, escape him, as he sank into her again and again, stretching out her pleasure until she thought she couldn’t take another stroke. She ran her fingers into his hair, gasping for breath, certain she was going to die, when he paused. Then he exploded in her with a fierce growl wrenched out through clenched teeth.
Mandy watched him, reveled in the pleasure on his face as he pulsed deep in her body. Satisfaction, elation, power, love all coursed through her, and it wasn’t until she tasted her tears that she realized she was crying.
He noticed, too, as soon as his shudders slowed and his eyes refocused. “You’re crying. Oh, baby, why are you crying?”
She sniffled as she squeezed the small of his back, keeping him in her when he would have left. “Damn, I’m sorry. They’re good tears, honestly. I just can’t believe how happy I am.”
Damien relaxed again, his chest sinking toward hers. “I believe it. And I know how to appreciate it now.”
He pulled out of her, but now he arched a finger back and forth over her clitoris, which tingled with aftershocks. “I’d like to appreciate you all over again in a minute,” he said.
She smiled at him. “Can you appreciate it in the morning instead of now? I can’t keep my eyes open. The orgasms you give me seem to act like warm milk.”
With a laugh, he moved his hand to her belly and rested it there. “That’s not really a flattering analogy, Mandy. My lover is like a glass of warm milk—puts me to sleep every time.”
