He found her point of pleasure instantly. She was already swollen and oh, so ready. Her eyes closed of their own accord as she lost herself in the feeling of him touching her. He’d already learned the rhythm she preferred. Slow, then faster as she got closer.
Over and over, the steady stroking brought her to the edge of madness. He stopped to shift her legs, then continued. But this time was different. She felt his hardness probing. Instinctively she arched toward him, trying to draw him in. But because of their positions he could only enter a little bit, then he retreated. Her inner muscles clenched tightly, as if they could will him to be inside of her. Anticipation fueled her desire. She found herself moving closer and closer as her body tensed.
“Tell me just before,” he whispered.
She forced herself to open her eyes. “Why?”
“I’m gonna stop.”
“Mark!”
“You’ll like it. I promise.”
Her eyelids sank closed as he began to move faster. Tension spiraled nearly out of control. She didn’t want to stop. She wanted this to go on forever. She wanted—
“Now!” she cried.
As promised, he removed his fingers. She gasped in disappointment as the intensity subsided slightly. Then she noticed that he was still pushing against her. Going in a tiny bit, but not fully. All her attention focused on that place where they touched. Tension began to grow again.
He teased her with his not-quite-entering until she was breathless and begging. Then he stopped that, too.
Darcy knew she was going to die. Or explode. She couldn’t stand it. Not like this. She had to—they had to—
Still on his side, he bent down and licked her nipple. The contact was better than it had been before. Every part of her was sensitized. She rolled onto her back, offering herself to him. He bent over her, sucking deeply, using his fingers on one nipple, his tongue on the other. He touched and tormented until a sheen of perspiration covered her body. She could barely catch her breath.
Finally he raised his head. “About that protection we were discussing earlier.”
She reached for the box of condoms in her nightstand. Her fingers shook as she slipped one on him.
“I’d like you to get on top of me,” he whispered, then smiled a smile that promised paradise. “Slowly.”
She did as he requested, first rising to her knees, then straddling him. He was hard and ready, slipping easily into her waiting wetness. She was so ready. So close. Her first instinct was to ride him. He grabbed her hips to hold her still.
“Slow,” he repeated.
Her breath caught. She couldn’t go slow. She would die. Or explode. Or both.
It was agony, but she forced herself to raise up in millimeters, then settle back on his length. With her second stroke, he reached between their bodies and rubbed her swollen center.
The unexpected caress was more than she could stand. She found herself shattering without warning. All thoughts of slow went out of her mind as she pulsed her hips and lost herself in the sensations shooting through her. He continued to rub her, then suddenly he clutched her hips and groaned. She felt him stiffen.
The last of her contractions faded as contentment filled her. When he drew her into his arms, she went willing, resting her head on his chest and listening to the rapid thunder of his heart.
* * *
They snuggled under the covers. Darcy breathed in Mark’s scent and sighed with happiness. Maybe she was being foolish, allowing herself to connect physically with this man, but she couldn’t find it in her heart to feel regret. Maybe that would come later, but for now there was only a sense of belonging.
Mark wrapped his arms around her and stroked her hair, wrapping her curls around his fingers, then releasing them.
“I’ve missed you,” he told her. “I missed talking to you.”
She didn’t want to analyze his words too much, or read more into them than he meant, so she settled for the easiest, most honest response.
“Me, too.”
“Tell me what’s been going on in your life since we were last together.”
“I got the baking contract at the Hip Hop. I’m going to see Melissa tomorrow after my shift and we’ll decide on what I’ll be baking and how much.”
