I thought he’d come instantly, the fevered eyes, the flush on his face, but he slowed down, covered my mouth with his, switched to softer, slower thrusts. He was romancing me, caressing my body with the backs of his fingers, making my breasts tingle, making my clit spark to life again already.
“Let me turn you around,” he said, then slid his tongue in my mouth so sensuously that I felt like I could rise off the bed from that ecstasy alone. I nodded. I expected him to flip me over and pound into me, but he pulled me onto my side, curled up behind me so our bodies spooned together close. It felt like heaven, being wrapped up in him, cradled against that big chest. His long fingers reached around, slipping down my stomach and between my legs, teasing me and making me gasp and whimper with the sensations that rippled up my belly and made my toes curl under with pleasure.
He fingered me, fondled me, traced my folds with gentle, wicked strokes of his calloused fingers. Then he pulled my right leg back just enough that his cock fit between my thighs. I caught my breath when he cupped my sex with one hand, tilted my hips back toward him and penetrated me. The angle was so different, so good. I drew my knees up to my chest to take more of him in my body, but there was his hand, rubbing my clit as that big, hard cock plundered me, taking everything I had to give, relentless and rock hard, burrowing into my pussy and rubbing against places inside me that made me want to lose my mind and die screaming with ecstasy. He drew me back against him, stroked my stomach to get me to lower my knees a little. Then he fingered my clit while he rocked into me, the most romantic, tender rhythm that felt both intimate and completely filthy. I’d wanted him for so long, but never imagined it would be so red hot, so dirty and good and right. I rocked my hips back into him.
“You like that, baby?” he asked, his mouth on my ear, and then he started kissing the back of my neck.
“Oh, God, yes,” I groaned. He curled his fingers between my legs, caressing my clit, teasing and pulling back, teasing and pulling back until I was so wound up I could’ve slapped him. Then the faintest brush of his fingertip on the underside of my tender clit sent me screaming in a spiral of pleasure as he kept working his cock in and out of me.
“How—are you lasting this long?” I demanded as I tried to get my breath.
“Easy. It’s how much I want you, how long I’ve wanted you. I’ve ached for you every minute. I could go all night, just making you come in different ways.”
“I’d like that, but I want you to come too. Show me how to make you feel good, please,” I said, looking over my shoulder. He slid out of me, let me roll onto my back and he kissed my lips again.
“Anything you do to me will make me feel good. You have to know that. The only thing holding me back is that I want to make it good for you. I want this night to be unforgettable.”
Damon took my jaw in his fingers, turned my head, caught my lips with his, unsteady with the rock of his thrusts but fierce and good, his tongue sensuous and consuming as he kissed me. His arms were around me, and I felt tears sting my eyes.
He drew away and turned me over. He pulled me back into his lap, “Like this, close as we can be,” he said, and positioned me so that his cock impaled me, penetrating my sensitive sex again, “Does that hurt?” he asked.
I shook my head. I was tender, but he wasn’t hurting me. I was wet again for him, and his fingers on my nipple, his tongue questing in my mouth made me wetter. I had to bite my cheek to keep from crying. I wanted to weep with how close I felt to him, how connected.
His stubble was rough against my jaw, his lips soft and hot. They made me shiver and cling to him. I was undone, ruined with pleasure and now broken down to the point that I couldn’t look him in the eye. He would know. He would see how much I loved him, how devastated this night had made me because it was everything I ever wanted. Because he was everything I wanted and couldn’t have. Not for real. Not beyond tonight.
Damon ran his hands up my bare back, kissed my temple and my cheek, moving in me with a slow, undulating rhythm that was almost hypnotic. “My beautiful, beautiful bride,” he said, his lips on mine. I felt tears slip down my cheeks, but I was powerless to wipe them away, powerless to do anything but hold on to him and kiss him back like my life depended on it. Like it was more than making love, like it was a last, bittersweet goodbye to the only man I’ve ever loved. I pulled away from his kiss and hid my face in his neck, my arms going around him tighter. With a jagged shudder that tore through his body, he tensed with short, deep thrusts. He came, pulsing inside me, a hot rush that stung at the same time it felt glorious. He stroked my hair, held me close, kept me in his lap.