When he coaxed my lips apart and our tongues met yet again, I forgot all about my grandfather’s machinations, my research, and every other man I’d ever known. I’d loved Dax for a long time, but reality was so much better than anything I’d fantasized about. The heat, the magnetism between us, was stronger than I’d been expecting, because our mouths locked together and there wasn’t a force on earth that could have moved us apart. His lips were firm but tender, his tongue stroking mine until I forgot all about the favor I’d asked of him, the reason we were even together today.
We lay on our sides and he pulled me closer to him, running a hand down along the indentation of my waist, the curve of my hip, the skin of my thigh. Our gazes remained locked the whole time he was touching me and my eyes fluttered closed, my body anxious for more. I hadn’t taken the time to look too closely at his naked body, but I already knew how sexy he was, so it hadn’t seemed as important as having him touch me.
“I don’t have a condom,” he whispered, pulling away long enough to find my eyes.
“I have a birth control implant and haven’t been sexually active for a year.”
“Six months for me,” he said softly. “You sure you’re okay with going bare?”
“I trust you, Dax.”
He wrapped an arm around me, keeping as much of our skin pressed together as possible. Our tongues tangled deliciously and I could have kissed him forever. He was equal parts passionate and tender, his hands all over me, his mouth keeping me a willing prisoner.
He reached between us and found my clit, circling slowly, drawing it out of its hood and making me squirm. Keeping his touch light, he slid one wicked finger between my folds, his mouth never leaving mine. It was almost embarrassing, how wet I was, but the moment he pushed that finger inside of me, I couldn’t stop the moan that left my chest. It had been so long, and he knew what he was doing.
“God, you’re fucking beautiful,” he whispered against my mouth. “And I’m so hard it hurts.”
“Then make love to me, Dax.”
Without hesitation, he adjusted our positions, rolled on top of me, and slowly but firmly slid into me. He was long and thick, but there was no discomfort, no need to adjust. There was nothing but wonderful, sexy passion. He dropped his forehead to mine and angled his hips, thrusting up hard and deep. Our mouths moved together again, with him sucking my tongue deep into his mouth, kissing me like no one had ever kissed me in my life. I wanted to blurt out that I loved him, that he was my everything, but my brain had started to short out because I was completely lost in what we were doing.
This was so damn good, I never wanted to stop.
Dax moved in and out, using both his tongue and his cock, over and over, until my body started to strain against his. I’d thought about this so many times, I’d almost been afraid he could never live up to my expectations, but it was actually the opposite. When I stopped thinking and let my body take over, everything started to spiral out of control because it was just that good. My grip tightened on the back of his neck, even as one of my hands traveled south. I dug my fingernails into one of his ass cheeks, hugging him closer, taking him deeper, and calling his name.
“Dax, oh god, Dax…”
“What do you need?” he whispered, lifting his head enough to look into my eyes.
“You… Oh, please, more. Harder, rougher…please.”
I moaned again as he started to move faster, his control starting to slip as I clenched around him. My body coiled and tensed, lightning strikes of pleasure shooting through my core as I cried out.
“Dax!” His name was more of a shriek as my orgasm rocketed through both of us and his hips slammed against mine.
“Fuck.”
Everything spiraled out of control and he didn’t let up until we were both weak, shaken and spent. I wrapped my arms around him tightly now, my eyes squeezed shut, as I struggled to find my voice.
As if there was something, anything, I could possibly say in response to something so damn fantastic.
“You okay, babe?” His voice brought me back to reality.
“God, yes.” I still had a death grip on him, and he lightly pressed his lips to my temple, sending shockwaves of pleasure through me.
“Isla? Honey, look at me.”
“Can’t move,” I murmured, burying my head in the crook of his shoulder.
“Are you okay?”
“I’m better than okay. Just haven’t an ounce of energy left after an orgasm that intense.”
“It felt like you needed more… Something more intense.”
“I like it a bit rough on occasion, but I’m perfectly satisfied.” I paused, finally managing to pry my eyelids apart so I could focus on his handsome face. “Were you?”
“Absolutely.” He kissed the tip of my nose. “I normally have a bit more staying power, but it had been a long time, and honestly, not wearing a condom…” His voice trailed off. “Last time I did that was five years ago and we were fairly serious, so it had been a while for me.”
“I haven’t ever gone without a condom,” I admitted. “I’ve always been a bit nervous about diseases. One of my friends got venereal warts when she lost her virginity, so I’ve never trusted anyone enough to do it that way.”
“I’m honored to have
