James let out an exasperated sigh. “You’re killing me, woman.” He reached over, shifting the chair she was sitting on so she had no choice but to face him. He slipped both of his hands behind her neck, forcing her head to remain immobile as he pressed his forehead to hers. “You’re always going to be the most beautiful woman in the world to me. A cut on your back doesn’t change anything. Even if it never healed, it wouldn’t change anything. You’re having some sort of body crisis here that I’m not sure I’m equipped to deal with.
“I can only tell you one thing,” James said. “I love you.”
He didn’t give her a chance to respond. He crushed his lips against hers, sucking whatever response had been on the tip of her tongue out with his need. He pulled away after a few seconds, shifting his lips to the side of her head. “I love you,” he whispered into her ear before trailing a series of kisses across her cheek. He brought his mouth back around to hers. “I love you.” He kissed her deeply, relaxing slightly when he felt her lips respond to his. He didn’t stay there, though. He moved his mouth to the other side of her head so he could whisper in her ear. “I love you.” He pressed a line of kisses along her tender jawline, leading his mouth back to hers for a third time. “I love you.”
Mandy exhaled deeply when his mouth claimed hers for the third time. His hands were firm on her neck, not giving her a chance to escape should she try to flee. James reached his hands underneath her firm bottom, pulling her up as he got to his feet. Mandy wasn’t sure what he was doing, if he was going to take her to the bedroom or the couch, but his intentions became clear when he instead lifted her up and settled her on top of the dining room table.
James’ hands were at her hips, tugging the flannel sleep pants off with frenetic desire as she lifted herself off the wood surface to help him. His mouth was still on hers, his need obvious. She wasn’t wearing panties underneath the pants, which was good, because James wasn’t sure how much patience he had where clothes were concerned.
He unbuttoned his own jeans and shoved them down. Thankfully, he’d taken his shoes off before he settled on the couch and now he could drag the jeans off the rest of the way with his feet. Once he was naked from the waist down, he shifted his hands underneath Mandy’s rear, tilting her at a perpendicular angle so he could rub his length against her.
Mandy was breathing hard in his arms. A quick rub of his finger at her entrance told him she was wet and ready for him. He wished he could slow himself down, to somehow make the moment special and memorable. His need was too great right now. He’d have to go for memorable the second time around.
James positioned himself at her entrance, pushing forward as he slipped inside of her warmth. “Oh,” he groaned. “Baby.”
Mandy’s fingers dug into the flesh around his neck, moaning at his sudden invasion. James reached up, ripping his shirt over his head with one hand as he balanced her with the other. He was purposely keeping her at an angle where he had all the power, which meant he could make sure that her back was never in any danger of being inadvertently rammed against something.
James rolled his hips in a circular motion as he pumped in and out of her. He needed to use both of his hands to keep her balanced, which meant he was going to have to stimulate her nerve center another way. The circular swing of his hips allowed his pelvis to rub against her at just the right angle – which was causing her to erupt in a series of mewling sounds in the base of her throat as he slipped in and out of her.
James was close, but he fought against the ebbing tide and waited until he felt her stiffen in his arms, an orgasm causing her to cry out as it washed over her. James increased his pace, following her into bliss a few seconds later.
It took him a few minutes to recapture his breath, and when James did he found that not only was he still buried inside of Mandy – her arms wrapped around his shoulders as her face nuzzled into his neck – but he was still hard.
Well, he’d wanted something special.
James wedged his hands beneath Mandy’s rear as he lifted her up from the table. Mandy instinctively wrapped her legs around him, desperate to stay in his arms and draw in his warmth. James hoisted her up, pressing her close to his chest so he could keep himself inside of her as he walked back to the bedroom. He didn’t bother to flick the light switch. The early afternoon sun was shining through the blinds in a way that cast the room into varying degrees of darkness and light.
James sat down in an upright position on the end of the bed, keeping himself buried inside of his blonde as he settled her with a thigh on either side of his waist. He lifted his left hand up behind her head so he could press her face forward, tilting it down as he sucked her bottom lip into his mouth. He wrapped his other arm around her lower waist – making sure to keep it far away from her injured back, but still allowing himself the necessary relief associated with holding her.