It killed me. It absolutely destroyed me that she’d been smart enough and observant enough to know that there was a way to get around crying uncle, and she’d found it.
“I love you, Vincent, and I know you love me. And I know you’d never deny me what we both want. Not when this is so much more important tonight than just proving who can hold out longer.”
Damn. I swallowed and stared into eyes that gleamed with both challenge and trust. Would I stand firm and make her give in ... or would I be the man she believed I could be?
It wasn’t even a choice.
I eased up her body until my face hovered over hers and angled my head to kiss her, my lips soft and coaxing. Amanda’s hands circled me, her fingers playing against my spine. With one hand, I teased at her nipple until she squirmed beneath me, and then, holding onto my dick, I rubbed the head into her slickness.
“Because I love you, babe, I want us both to feel good.” I slid into her just a little, and it was so incredible that for a heady minute, I didn’t realize what I’d done. When I did, I hissed in a breath between clenched teeth.
“Fuck. I need a condom.”
“No.” Amanda held my face between her palms. “Not for me. Vincent, I’m on birth control. And I trust you. I want this. Don’t leave me. Not now.”
“Not ever.” No woman had ever trusted me this way, and I’d never wanted to trust one, either. This was a first, and it wasn’t something I took lightly. I kissed her again, and as my tongue stroked against hers, I thrust the rest of the way into her. “Never going to leave you, baby.”
She cried out and rose to meet me, to match the rhythm I set. All of my intentions for making this last, for taking it slow, fled as pleasure built between us. I ground the base of my cock against her clit, and Amanda dug her nails into my ass, urging me on.
“Amanda ... babe. I love you.” I mumbled the words, pressing my face into the crook of her neck. “Love you.”
When she arched into me, muscles tensed as she cried out my name, I couldn’t hold back a minute longer. With a final plunge, I emptied myself into her, shuddering when I felt the spasms of her inner channels against my cock.
“God.” Amanda was breathing heavily as I fell onto the bed next to her, rolling so that we faced each other. “Vincent, that was ... maybe I didn’t beg for mercy, but I would’ve.”
“No more begging.” I brushed back her hair. “This—what’s between us when we’re together, when we make love—that’s what it is. It’s not about power or who can hold out longer or who comes more than the other. It’s about what we give each other, and what we receive. Making you happy and giving you pleasure is all I want.”
She studied me, her eyes wide and serious. “Just when I think I’ve got you figured out, you go and blow my mind all over again.”
“No one’s more surprised than me. I never planned on this. I never planned on you.”
“Am I a good surprise?” Amanda tilted her head. “Or do you ever wish you’d never walked up to me at the engagement party?”
“Never. No regrets. You’re the best kind of surprise.” I kissed her forehead. “You’re the kind of gift that makes me a better man than I’d ever hoped to be. And I wouldn’t change a thing.”
