“The PNH?” I finish. “No, I’m fine. I promise. The treatment does the job.”
Relief washes over Dax’s face, and he touches his forehead to mine briefly. “Okay… good. That’s good.”
I bring my hands to his face, causing him to lift his head to give me his attention. “I’m not breakable.”
“Understood,” he says. He rotates his hips, causing my eyes to practically cross. When I focus on him, he’s grinning at me wickedly. “Like that?”
“More.”
“I can do that,” he promises, then puts his mouth to mine once again.
Dax starts to thrust in and out of me slowly. He kisses me with no greater pace, as if he has all the time in the world for us to make love. I’m immediately lost, swept away in the sensation of melding with someone.
Yes, a complete combining.
I realize with utter clarity I’ve not lost a romantic bone in my body with my sterile marriage. I’ve found something so unique and special I thank the bourbon gods for giving me the chance to experience this.
“Mmm,” Dax groans as he presses deep into me. I gasp, pressure starting to build within me again.
Again. Is it even possible this fast? I’ve never had a double. Not with a man anyway. Besides, like I said, those opportunities have been rare.
I break the kiss. “Dax,” I moan as he goes even deeper. “I’m… I’m…”
“What, Regan?” he whispers, his body somehow responding to the need in my voice and moving faster within me. “What do you need? Tell me, and I’ll give it to you.”
My response comes in short, panting bursts. “Already. Giving. It.”
“Are you going to come again?” he growls, and I nod furiously.
“Fuck,” he growls, pushing up to his elbows. Dax puts a hand behind my thigh, raises that leg, and angles in deep. He does that over and over again, his hips pistoning faster. All the while he stares at me with hot eyes. I can’t look away even though it feels so good I think my own eyes are going to roll into the back of my head.
The pressure builds and bubbles, straining to get free. I want it to let loose, but I’m slightly afraid I might get lost in it.
“Touch yourself,” Dax orders through gritted teeth. There’s a vein standing out on his forehead, and it appears he might be in pain, but I can’t be sure.
“What?” I gasp.
He halts his movement, grinning in such a way that makes my belly flutter. His voice is low, rumbling. “Take your fingers, put them between your legs, and touch yourself while I fuck you.”
Dax doesn’t wait for me to comply, but merely starts deeply thrusting again. Immediately, the pressure is building low in my belly.
“Do it, Regan,” he orders, watching me like a hawk as I slide one hand slowly over my belly to where he wants me to go.
I know exactly where to touch. That’s not a mystery, but I’ve never done it for a man. There’s no doubt he’s asking me to do this not only for myself, but also for him. He wants to watch me do this.
When the pad of my index finger finds my clit, it’s not like anything I’ve ever felt before. The thickness of him moving just under it and the friction I give from above causes bright lights to flash in my eyes. Dax starts pounding inside of me. All it takes is one soft swipe of my finger in a circular pattern around my sensitive flesh before I’m soaring.
“Oh, God,” I cry, bucking hard against the orgasm that starts to shred me from the inside out.
“Yes,” Dax growls triumphantly, planting himself deeply inside me. His body goes tight, then starts to tremble as his forehead once again drops to mine. Despite what feels like a violent rumble of release coursing through him, his voice is soft as velvet as he sighs, “Oh, Regan.”
Settling his weight on me gently, Dax pulls me into him and rolls to his side. His hand goes to the back of my head, and he presses my face into the crook of his neck where we just lay quietly for a time.
Even though the orgasm I just had was the most powerful I’ve ever head, I come down quickly, finding it incredibly easy to cuddle into his warmth. There’s a trust factor there I’ve never had the luxury of with anyone else, because I inherently know Dax would never hurt me. Even if he weren’t a cuddler, I am family to him. He’d never push me away for fear of hurting my feelings.
Dax brushes his lips across my head before loosening his hold, pulling away from me slightly. I look up at him, glad to see no regret in his expression. He smiles, leaning to place a kiss on my forehead before saying, “Let me get cleaned up. You need anything?”