"I...cannot...wait." The words were forced through clenched teeth, his fingers fisting.
"Neither can I. Now, darling." She whispered urgently.
Covering her body with his, he slowly lowered himself until he was sinking deep into her tight moisture. He had to take a minute. Bracing his elbows on the bed, he closed his eyes briefly. He had missed this. Christ! How he had missed her, feeling her wrapped around him.
"Don't move." He gritted, his eyes boring into hers. "If you do--" he breathed in and out harshly, his chest heaving from the pressure. "I won't last." He brushed his lips on hers. "Easy." He whispered as he started with slow and shallow thrusts. "I want this to last. Like that." He nibbled on her bottom lip, sending sparks shooting through her body. "Slow and easy, darling." His breathing was ragged.
"More." She lifted her legs to wrap around his waist, making him gasp as she opened herself even more to accommodate him. He sank in deeper, his thrusts increasing. The climax was shattering! A scream escaped her as she was hurtled off the cliff without any form of protection. She clung to him, her body vibrating, heart pounding, and her nipples already sore from his ardent attention, tingling.
He came right behind her. Using long, deep strokes, he emptied himself into her, his body shuddering. Clamping his fingers into her hair, he seized her lips, swallowing her cries as he continued to climax.
"I'm crushing you." He mumbled after a few minutes of trying to even out his breathing.
"Just a few more minutes." She wrapped herself around him to stop him from moving.
"Baby, I'm heavy." He stirred himself enough to lift his head. What he saw on her striking face had his heart beating even faster. Her lips were parted and her golden-brown eyes luminous from the passion they had just shared. "Just let me--" he shifted so he was lying on his side, still intimately joined to her. "Better?"
"I was quite all right. I love feeling your weight on me."
"Hmm." He ran his hands up and down her back. "Thanks."
"You're welcome."
"I was prepared to wait until, you know--"
"I'm aware." She sent him an arched look that had him lifting his brows.
"Did you plan this?"
"Spur of the moment."
"Was it?" His skeptical look had her laughing.
"You have a very suspicious mind, Mr. Copeland."
"It's a curse and a blessing." He admitted blandly. Lifting a hand, he brushed back tendrils of her hair clinging to her cheek. "It's a rational question, considering that we were just discussing the possibility of my cheating."
"This has nothing to do with the discussion."
"So, it was perfect timing on your part?" he queried.
"Or the fact that I haven't been with my husband in a long time and I was simply horny."
"I see." He trailed a finger down the side of her neck. "Horny, is it?"
"Hmm." Capturing his finger, she brought it to her lips and bit down on the flesh. He immediately surged to life.
"You're playing with fire, Mrs. Copeland." He warned thickly.
"Am I?"
"Absolutely." Running his hand down her thigh, he lifted it to wrap around his waist. "I hope you don't complain of soreness."
Leaning in, she captured his bottom lip between her teeth. "I won't." She promised.
*****
"Does it hurt?" he asked huskily, tracing the path of the incision. It had faded to a long pink line that still, to his eyes, looked painful.
