Gorgeous.
Slowly, he worked his way down her body, tasting every curve, every rib, the flat of her stomach, teasing her belly button. He’d never rushed through lovemaking. But he’d never wanted to linger for hours either.
Not until Tasha.
* * *
Daniel’s mouth on her was an out-of-body experience. She was floating somewhere, her hands in his hair as she rocked against him, the intensity building inside.
Someone—she barely realized it was herself—made soft keening noises. “Daniel.”
She’d never let go like this, not for anyone. A part of her had always been slightly embarrassed, worried she wouldn’t be able to look her lover in the eye once the moment had passed.
But Daniel stripped away her fears. They were simply man to woman, yin to yang, lover to lover. She felt as though she knew him, as though she could say anything to him, do anything, ask anything.
And be totally accepted.
His mouth still driving her wild, he moved his fingers over her, then inside. A bolt of sizzling hot sensation burst over her, and she called out his name, her fingers fisted in his hair, her body arching, then bowing as he propelled her to the peak before pitching her off into sweet, hot oblivion.
She’d never held a man tighter.
And she’d never felt closer to anyone.
When she could finally move again, think again, she held out her arms. Reading her as though she’d opened the pages of her whole life to him, he moved up her body to hold her.
“Please.” She couldn’t remember ever begging before. But then, no man had ever given her such pleasure, such sweetness, as though he knew her mind and her needs completely. “I need you.”
When he slid his hips into the perfect place and slowly—blissfully—moved inside her, she felt the immensity of their bodies coming together for the first time…and yet it was as though they’d done this forever. Dancing together in perfect passion.
She’d been empty for months, lonely, aching. But as Daniel filled her, she understood how truly empty she’d been for so very long before that.
Arms wrapped around him, binding him to her, she whispered, “Don’t move yet.” She needed the feel of him to imprint itself inside her.
“Am I hurting you?”
“No.” He was bigger than anyone she’d known, but he was Daniel—he could never hurt her. “I’m memorizing the feel of you,” she confessed.
A surprised laugh burst from him a beat before he flexed inside her. She half laughed, half groaned at his sexy move. “Do that again.”
When he did, she was amazed by how deliciously the slight tensing increased the friction inside her.
Laughter was soon taken over by desire and heat as she folded her legs around his waist and demanded, “More.”
His movements were dizzying as he slowly, relentlessly, gave rise to the sweetest pleasure. She moaned again, parting her lips, and he raised his head from the crook of her neck to take her with a deep kiss that invaded her body, her mind.
Making her utterly, inexorably his.
* * *
Daniel had never been this close to losing control. He’d wanted a slow ride, stroking her inside just enough to keep her on edge, until she begged for more.
But Tasha undid him completely.
Unable to stop his body from taking over, pushing faster, harder, deeper, cupping her hips, he took them both on a desperate ride into the depths of pleasure. His blood pounded through him as her fingers dug into him, urging him on. Even her scent changed to something spicy and hot.
With her body gripping him tightly, her pleasure reached its peak and exploded around him, the sensations so intense she brought him straight to heaven with her.
When he finally came back to earth, their bodies were slick and hot, melded together. As though they were one. He didn’t want to move, couldn’t let her go.