“I trust you,” she whispers breathily. She watches intently as I roll on the condom, eyes curious and sparkling. Opening her arms to me, I move back over her, wanting to savor every second as much as needing to take care with her. “Ah,” she winces and bows her back off the bed as I enter her.
“Relax for me,” I growl, bracing myself, running my hands through her hair, kissing her face. Holding back for what seems like hours, her body becomes less rigid. “Ready for more?” I whisper, waiting for her eyes to say yes. Every baser instinct screams at me to thrust deep into her but I fight against it, my jaw clenched. She’s so damn tight, so warm, and I will never, ever be the same. I couldn’t have dreamt she’d feel this good or imagined the all-consuming feelings that would instantly enter my head, my heart...my soul. Amazing that I’m able to have profound thoughts at this moment, but even more amazing when I realize my body and mind’s recognition of another person as my whole collide. Not a fuck, not a crush, not lukewarm-cosmic.
She nods jerkily, so I ease further in ever so slowly, kissing along her neck, devoted to the spot behind her ear that drives her mad. Hitting her barrier, I rock back and then breakthrough in one smooth stroke. She cries out, her chest heaving rapidly, her legs clinching. “Relax through it, baby.” I nuzzle her neck. “Tell me when you’re okay.” I resolve myself not to move until she tells me, again, no matter how badly I want to.
Blowing out a few breaths, she runs her hands down my back, picking up her head to kiss my chest. I feel her body began to relax. “I’m ready. Love me, Dane,” she says sweetly.
I rock slowly into her, lost in the sensation. Perfection; hot, mind-blowing perfection. “You feel amazing, Laney.” My words are a huff. I slide my hands under her ass, tilting her up, wanting to get as deep into her heaven as possible.
“Oh, oh,” she murmurs, igniting the animal in me once again. Her little sounds are my undoing and my cock hardens impossibly more with each one.
”Wrap your legs around me, baby,” I command her as I lean down to pull on her pebbled nipple with my teeth. “Just like that, yeah. Oh shit, unbelievable, baby. So. Damn. Good.”
Barely able to comprehend, Laney shocks me, splintering the man in me to pieces, by reaching up and bracing her hands against the headboard. She uses the leverage to push back into me, hard.
“Fuck, Laney, I’m not gonna last if you keep doing that.”
“S’okay, let go, Dane,” she goads in the sexiest growl I’ll ever hear.
Just a few more strokes and I explode with a guttural roar. White sparks blink on the edges of my vision, but I dare not close my eyes, taking in every nuance of Laney’s face, eyes, body. My orgasm draws out longer than any I’ve ever had and I keep thrusting slowly into her long after I’m finished, not ready to lose the connection with her quite yet.
Finally completely spent, I collapse astride her, caressing her hair and tucking my face into her neck. She smells of Laney, sweat and...me, best thing I’ve ever smelled in my life. “My bad, baby, I finished without you,” I mumble.
Her body shakes against me with her sweet laugh. “I don’t think I’m expected to, you know, um, during the first time. The pain kinda throws ya off. The warm up was stellar, though.” She offers me a smile and kiss on my nose.
“We’re not stopping next time until you come around me.” I run my tongue along her lips. “At least twice.”
Chapter Thirty-Nine
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Laney
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Hot, too hot. What? I groggily come to, overheated, odd for me since I’m always cold. Getting my bearings, the hot flash quickly becomes complete incineration. One very fine man is covering me, the heat of his body suddenly not a burden, kissing his way up my body.
“Looking to try out that morning breath theory of yours, huh?” I giggle, my voice rough with sleep.
Dane lifts his head and flashes me a dazzling smile. His sleepy eyes and messy bed-hair are irresistible and I feel my nipples tighten at the sight. He slides up me, placing kisses along my jaw, forehead and nose before finally greeting my lips softly. “Good morning baby,” he rumbles sexily.
“Good morning yourself, did you sleep well?” “Mhmm,” he hums into my neck, where his tongue
is toying with my sanity. “Never better.”
I run my hands up his back, tracing the taut muscles there, and shift my legs slightly so he can fall deeper into the cradle of me. I’ve never felt more comfortable in my own skin than I do right now, never more in sync with another person. No, never; not like I do with Dane. Being with Dane, I feel womanly, sexual, alive, and even rhythmic. My reverie is broken by the sound of Dane’s phone. He leans across me to grab it off the nightstand, laughing when he reads it.
“What’s funny?” I ask.
“I forgot to tell Tate it was okay for them to come out. They’re hungry and want to go in the kitchen.” He types out a response and tosses the phone back down.