"Like what you see?" he asked, and there was amusement in his voice beneath the desire.
"Yes." She wrapped her fingers around his length, and he groaned. He was hot and hard in her hand, velvet over steel, and when she stroked him, his hips jerked forward.
"Vanessa." Her name came out strangled. "If you keep doing that, I'm going to come in your hand like a teenager."
"Would that be so bad?"
"Yes, because when I come, I want to be inside you."
The words sent a shiver through her. She released him and he caught her, lifting her onto the bed and following her down. The weight of him was solid and real and exactly what she'd been craving.
"I want to taste you," he said against her throat, lips moving lower with each word. "I want to learn every inch of you."
"Yes," she said as his mouth found her breast, tongue circling her nipple before drawing it between his lips. "Please, yes."
He lavished attention on her breasts until she was writhing beneath him, hands fisted in his hair, hips rocking seeking friction. Then he kissed his way down her body, pausing to trace the curve of her hip with his tongue, to nip at the sensitive skin of her inner thigh.
When he settled between her legs, she tensed with anticipation.
"Relax, baby," he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to her inner thigh. "Let me make you feel good."
The first touch of his tongue made her cry out, hands fisting in the sheets as sensation crashed through her. He was thorough and patient, learning what made her respond, alternating between broad strokes and focused attention that left her mindless with need.
When he slid two fingers inside her, she nearly came apart. He stretched her, filled her, all while his tongue worked magic on her clit until she was begging incoherently.
"That's it," he murmured against her. "Let go for me."
When she finally shattered, it was with his name on her lips and her hands buried in his hair, her body arching off the bed as waves of pleasure washed through her. He worked her through it, drawing out every last tremor until she collapsed back against the pillows, boneless and sated.
"That was..." she started, then lost the words when he moved up her body to kiss her, letting her taste herself on his lips.
"That was just the beginning," he said, and she could feel him hard and ready against her thigh. "If you want more."
"I want everything," she said. "I want you inside me. Now."
He reached for his jeans on the floor, pulling out his wallet and retrieving a condom. She watched as he rolled it on, watched the way his hands shook slightly, and the knowledge that he was as affected as she was made her want him even more.
He settled between her thighs, the head of his erection pressing against her entrance, and paused.
"Look at me," he said.
She met his eyes, and what she saw there stole her breath. Not just desire, but depth. The same overwhelming feeling that had been building in her for two weeks.
Love.
He pushed inside her slowly, and she held his gaze as he filled her. The stretch, the fullness, the way he completed her in ways she'd never known she was incomplete.
He was big, bigger than anyone she'd been with before, and he moved with care, giving her time to adjust, pressing deeper with each gentle thrust until he was fully seated inside her.
"Okay?" he asked, and his voice shook.
"Oh yeah," she breathed. Nothing had ever felt as right as this. Him inside her, around her, completing her.
He moved slow and deep at first, each thrust deliberate and controlled. But she could feel the tension in his body, the way he was holding himself back, and she didn't want gentle. She wanted all of him.
"More," she said, wrapping her legs around his waist and pulling him deeper. "I need more."
He groaned and shifted the angle, hitting a spot inside her that made her see stars. Then he let go, all that careful control unraveling as he drove into her harder, faster, deeper.
