As though she knew what I was feeling, she lifted her hand and laid it alongside my face, cupping my jaw. Instinctively, I closed my eyes and turned my lips to press into her palm, and then I plunged the rest of the way into her.
Neither of us moved for a long moment. Amanda’s lips were parted, her cheeks were flushed and her chest rose and fell rapidly as her breath quickened. She arched her hips to meet me as her hands skimmed over my back and down to grip my ass.
“Vincent.” She breathed out my name. “You feel so good. You makemefeel so good.”
I withdrew a little and pumped back into her even further, reveling in her gasp. “I know you said fast ... and I could give you fast. But right now, I want to be ... slow.” I pulled out again and then slid into her inch by inch, the muscles on my arms bulging with the effort. “I want you to feel me in you. I want you to live and die inside every second of pleasure. I want you to remember how fucking good we are, baby. I want to burn us into your memory.”
She moaned and writhed, her nails digging into the flesh on my backside. But I sensed she wasn’t protesting what I’d said; rather, she was agreeing with me, enjoying every nuance and every movement.
I dipped my head to capture one pink nipple between my lips, sucking it with great care and then kissing her breast just above the tip. My entire body was primed and ready to surge forward, to take the pleasure I knew was within my reach and to give Amanda the same—and more. But at the same time, for the first time in my life, I wanted to savor this. I wasn’t rushing headlong toward the inevitable conclusion; I was letting each touch, each sensation and each emotion course through me, giving each moment its own space and time. Somehow, that didn’t dull the experience. In fact, I couldn’t remember a time when I’d ever felt so alive and connected.
We rode the swells together, sliding forward and pulling back in a rhythm that built into mounting passion. I felt both of us barreling to the edge of reason when Amanda grabbed for my hand, threading her fingers through mine, so that we were linked together in every possible way when I growled out her name, at the same time she gasped mine.
And when we fell together onto the soft mattress, my arms were wrapped around her, holding on tight as though I would never let go.
