A million years later, he ripped open the packet and sheathed himself, so ready for her he ached.
“Now, where were we?” he murmured and settled back into place against Lilah’s hot little body.
She was still flush and gorgeous from coming with his tongue deep in her center, and he could still perfectly visualize her face with firelight thrown across it as she succumbed to the pleasure that he’d given her. Amazing. So much better than he’d imagined.
“You were about to recite the Gettysburg address?” she suggested sweetly.
He laughed, and it thrilled through him as he kissed her because that was still his favorite. She made him crazy. In a good way. But he didn’t have to hold back anymore, and he wanted to be inside her as much as she seemed to want to let him have free rein.
He levered himself over her and nudged her legs apart. Slowly. He wanted to savor the sensations and his gut check said she might not be on board with fast. But she grabbed onto his butt with both hands, nails scraping at his flesh, and it was so much harder to keep from slamming his full length into her than he’d expected.
Not cool.
“Whoa,” he rasped and sucked in a breath as she wiggled until he was notched at the entrance to her slick heat. “We’ve got all night and a brand new box of condoms.”
“Then we can do it more than once,” she informed him pertly, rolling her hips with enthusiasm. “I’ve never done that.”
“What, twice in one night?” He groaned as her wiggling pushed him a little deeper. “Let’s get back to that later. I’m sure there are a lot of things you’ve never done before and I’m more than willing to be your adventure guide. I want the whole report though. No omissions.”
“Fitz?”
“Yeah, honey?”
“Can you stop talking and kiss me?”
How could he argue with that? He kissed her, but he was laughing at the same time, which gave her the giggles, and then all at once she bent her hips perfectly, and oh, holy hell yeah—he sank into her in one sensuous thrust.
Wow. She was narrow and compact and squeezed around him so flawlessly. Her insides quaked with her laughter. So good. Laughing while inside Lilah. That was his new favorite.
His mind blurred until he couldn’t do anything else but revel in the experience. Her fingers gripping him. Her soft, sweet moans as he pushed deeper. The ocean hissing as it rushed up on the shore and then receded.
Ironic that he’d started this as a way to give her all the experiences she deserved. In this moment, she returned every bit of it to him tenfold. The tradeoff rocked.
“You feel unbelievable,” he murmured and thrust again.
In and out, he worked his hips in the same rhythm as the swell and retreat of the waves. Bliss. Better than anything in his memory.
But she hadn’t come nearly enough to call his job well done. Not yet. And this position was not conducive to all the ways he wanted to touch her. Withdrawing, he dropped to the blanket and rolled her against his chest, spoon style, and slid right back inside her from behind.
Oh, dear God. Ecstasy. She took him so easily, thrusting her butt against his, burrowing him so deep that his throat hurt from the effort to stop the flood of release. His gut hadn’t clued him on that one.
He froze and clawed it back. Geez. When was the last time he’d nearly lost it like that? Never. She shouldn’t be this hot or this much like all his fantasies come to life—fantasies he’d never realized he’d harbored about a shy, dark-haired dynamo who blossomed when he touched her.
None of which changed how very close to the edge he was, and he needed her to come. Immediately. No clue how long his will would actually last, and frankly, he didn’t want to find out.
He wanted her.
He fitted his arms around her, holding her close as he thrust again, and it was the tightest sheath imaginable stroking down his length. Groaning, he did it again and again, lost in it, fumbling blindly for her center until he hit her sweet spot, fingering it.
“Open for me, sweetheart,” he croaked, needing the room to work since his brain had ceased functioning.
To emphasize the point, he hooked her leg over his and half rolled, widening the valley between her legs, and slid two fingers into place at her center as he pistoned into her again.
She gasped and stiffened. He did it again and again until she cried out, and his name on her lips was the sweetest of all sounds. When her climax blasted down his length, it triggered his with no warning. A sneak-attack orgasm. He groaned through it, emptying himself until he was so spent, his bones fragmented into dust.
“That was…” She trailed off, clearly as unable to string words into a sentence as he was.