She pressed her index finger to his lips. “You need to stop talking.”
“Then, shut me up.”
Their mouths met in a scorching kiss, tongues clashing, bodies writhing in an intoxicating rhythm. Gasping for air, Providence sunk down on his massive cock. His low, guttural groan ripped through her while he dragged his hands down her bare back.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” he murmured. “I can never get enough of you.”
Scratching and clawing his biceps, she repositioned so he could fill her completely. And she started moving. Then, she sat up and glided on his shaft. Though she made no sound, their heavy breathing reverberated through the quiet of the night.
“You are too beautiful. And so fucking sexy.” He caressed her breasts and slid a hand under her ass. “If I don’t slow us down, it’s going to be over before I’ve had my fill of you.”
In one fluid move, he pinned her beneath him and stilled. “My God, what am I going to do with you?”
“I can think of several naughty things.”
His kiss was passionate and powerful, his embrace strong, yet loving. He moved over her slowly, as if they had nothing but time. Gentle touches and soft caresses morphed into a frenzy of energy that had them gasping for air and grinding hard against the other.
Instead of climaxing, Dakota slowed down until he stopped moving altogether. “This isn’t about me fucking you,” he murmured. “This is aboutbothof us finding pleasure in each other. We’re not playing at The Dungeon. You’re in my home, my bed. You’re in my arms. And I need to understand how I can be the kind of lover who brings you sexual fulfillment.”
She stared into his eyes, questioning whether she should tell him what she’d never told anyone. “If you’ll let me bring you to orgasm, I’ll tell you why I don’t.”
He dropped a kiss on her lips. “I don’t need to come. I need to understand you. That would bring me pleasure.”
She bucked her hips and he smiled. “Let’s finish what we started, then we’ll talk,” she whispered.
The build was hypnotic, the feeling of him inside her, filling her to her limit, sent her higher and higher. Every touch, each caress had her body bowing to his.
Wrecked from the onslaught of his powerful thrusts, she felt the orgasm building inside her. The ecstasy taking her higher and higher.
“Relax and let it happen,” he murmured. As he released inside her, he murmured her name like she was his entire world.
Even with his encouraging words, the mounting orgasm retreated, until it was gone.
Still rooted inside her, they snuggled close, neither wanting their intimacy to end. He kissed her again and again before he retreated into the bathroom, returning a moment later.
“I could get damn used to having you in my bed.”
Snuggling close, she ran her fingertips down his chest and around his nipple. “This is temporary. It’s a work thing.”
“Hey. Hey. Look at me.” She lifted off him. “Don’t push me away.” He leaned against his elbow, stroked her shoulder, let his fingers graze her nipple. “We have an agreement. Help me understand how I can be a better lover.”
“It’s not you, it’s me.”
“Do you like your clit stimulated?”
“I love that, but I still won’t come.”
“Have you ever climaxed?”
“Yes, but I stopped after Annabel died.”
He grew silent for a beat. “I’m a good listener.”
She sat up and pulled on her tank top. “When I got pregnant, Jimbo lost interest in me, sexually. After Annabel was born, we resumed sex. He seemed distant and I was having trouble climaxing. When I told him, he brushed it off as being a new mom. I was able to achieve orgasms on my own, so I knew it had to do with him, or his lack of interest.”
He nodded.
She never spoke of Annabel’s passing. It was too painful. But the compassion in his eyes spurred her onward.
