He positioned his hips between her legs and she opened, eager and ready to receive him. No other sensation on earth was as pleasurable as Cyrus’s virile body taking possession of hers. She closed her eyes tight, anticipating the flood of sensation.
He breeched the entrance to her body, easing in slowly so she could get used to him again. With a tremulous whimper, she lifted her pelvis to his, but he was going so slow. He rolled his hips in a merciless grind, his pelvis stroking her clit and making her wetter, as if her body wept from the sheer pleasure of it.
“Open for me,” he instructed. “Open wide for your man.” His movements remained slow and sure, driving her out of her mind with the steady, sexy rhythm. She did as he asked, and he leaned down to speak into her ear. “Good girl. Just like that.”
The words of praise shot heat straight to her loins, sending her arousal into the stratosphere. She lifted her hips higher, taking all his length, moaning in satisfaction as his fullness rubbed against her sensitive walls.
She whispered his name, then cried it, over and over.
“That’s it. Say my name,” he panted. “Scream it.” His hands tightened on her wrists and his thrusts became more aggressive. “You know how I love that shit.” His knees opened to spread her wider. Their passion mounted, the intensity creating a tight coil in her stomach. “You know what you do to me, don’t you, Dani? Dani…Dani…”
The intensity of their lovemaking never disappointed. She wrapped her legs around his waist, drawing him further into her silken heat. She pumped her hips with more urgency, and he rocked forward with a faster tempo, intensifying the pulse between her thighs. He went deep, his breaths nothing but shallow gasps.
He was relentless now he had her where he wanted her. With nothing to hold onto, her hands tightened into tense fists, her body rocking beneath his as he alternated between shallow and deep thrusts.
A deep climax shot from her core and burst free. She tightened and arched beneath him, her breath coming in short painful explosions as she was dragged through a cloud of ecstasy that left her momentarily dazed. Intense pleasure tightened her throat. As the remnants of the orgasm wrung the last bit of energy from her body, Cyrus continued to pump his hips. Gasping, his chest heaving, his movements became even more frenzied. Then he thrust once, twice, three times. He froze on the last as he discharged inside of her, a strangled noise deep in his larynx.
“Dani.” He always said her name at the end, a helpless breath of a sound that told her loud and clear how deeply their lovemaking affected him.
She slipped her wrists from his weakened hands, and with his warm breath against her collarbone, she slid her hand up and down his damp back. Tight muscles reacted to her touch, and a tremor ran through him before he rolled onto his side and gathered her close.
Vaguely, she heard him murmur something, but she was too dazed, too spent to comprehend. Her eyes drifted close, forcing her to rest. She didn’t have a choice, really. She knew her husband. Since he hadn’t had sex in three years, he would do his damndest to make up for it tonight.
And she had every intention of keeping up with him.
Chapter Fifteen
Daniella awoke to a dark room and soft, plush sheets and covers.
She’d had sex with her husband. Had spent all night doing it, in fact, and loved every minute. Her nerve endings were raw and her muscles ached somewhat, but she smiled from the memories.
She rolled over in the huge bed and stared at the empty space beside her. She stretched her arm and the sheets felt cool, which meant Cyrus had been gone for awhile. He was probably on his weekend run, per usual.