“Your face is pink,” he said.
“I’m warm from the fire.”
He opened my blouse, offering slight relief from the heat. I shut my eyes as he slid my top off my shoulders, then unbuttoned my jeans. “Let me see you,” he said.
He could already see as much of me as he wanted, but as always, he wanted my eyes open. I looked down at him, leaning my hands on his chest. My hair made a curtain around us, his abs tensing as the ends grazed his skin. “Even lit up by the fire,” he said, shoving a hand in the front of my jeans, “you look angelic.”
I sucked in a breath as he circled his fingertips over my clit through my underwear. “Maybe it’s a disguise to lure you in,” I said, biting my lip.
“It’s working.” He slipped aside the crotch of my panties. “The question is, how deep do you want me?”
I bent at the waist to hover my mouth above his. “Do you have a setting other than ‘as deep as possible’?” I asked.
He fought against my jeans to push two fingers inside me, flicking them until my thighs shook for a different reason. With the tight fit, his palm massaged my clit. “Are you teasing me?” he asked, withdrawing his hand. “Because that’s a two-way street.”
“I doubt that’s a game you want to play.” Worked up from the massage, I was nearly panting already. I wiggled off his lap to kiss my way over his pecs and abs, letting my hair trail on his skin, knowing how it tickled and aroused him. Pulling down his underwear, I licked the underside of his shaft while raking my nails along his inner thighs. I tongued the tip of him, glancing up from under my lashes.
By the time he gave in and fisted the hair at my scalp, he was writhing beneath me. “You win,” he said. “Put your mouth on me.”
“Not yet.” I smirked. Once, turning Manning on had been an adventure, his body new territory to chart. Now, I could follow the map with my eyes closed and had many times. Just as he knew a feathered touch along my ribs always made my breath hitch, I knew grazing a fingernail under his balls turned his erection from stone to pure steel. Gone were the days of my timidity and uncertainty. When I took Manning in my mouth, I did it with the confidence that I could send him to heaven with a blowjob—and also that he wouldn’t let me. When he was as turned on as he was now, he never finished anywhere but balls deep inside me.
I sucked Manning with everything I had, to make him feel like a king, to show him how I worshipped him—and I didn’t stop until he started to come apart beneath me. I had him partway down my throat when he tugged me up by my hair.
I stood to peel off my jeans, taking my time so he could watch. I didn’t have to ask how he wanted me. Whenever we fucked after time apart, he had to be able to touch me everywhere, look me in the eye, watch my face as I climaxed. That first time, he wanted me raw so he could come inside me. After he’d had his fill, he might fuck me from behind or ask me to swallow him, but never that first time.
I slipped my underwear down to my ankles and stepped out of them to stand over him.
“Are you wet enough or you want me to eat you out first?” he asked.
With only his words and the flicker of his tongue over his bottom lip, my knees weakened. “I don’t think I can wait,” I said.
“Me neither.”
As I lowered myself, he took my hips, positioning them over him. I braced my hands against his chest and sank onto him. Some nights, he couldn’t get inside me fast enough. Others, he allowed me to take control, to tease both of us as I let myself adjust to his size. It didn’t matter how many times we’d been together, our union always felt like the first time—overwhelming, big, thick.
Manning squeezed my waist until his fingertips nearly touched. He cupped my breasts as I rocked on him, thumbing my nipples, then wrapping his hands loosely around my neck. He held me in place as he took over, thrusting up into me so I could do nothing but take all of him and moan each time he hit the right spot.
He flipped me onto my back. The right side of my body cooled quickly away from the fire. His first thrust from on top came undiluted, hard and deep, the manifestation of his ache to be inside me all day.
He dropped his forehead to mine, and without warning, he slowed, lengthening his thrusts. He kissed me with the same gentle control, both of us appreciating the simple joy of being there together.