“Open your eyes,” she whispered.
With a sigh he did, looking up at her with a pleased smile as she fully sheathed him. “Mi amor.”
Brushing her hair off to the side, she leaned down and began to kiss his neck while she rode him, her clit grinding against his rock-hard lower abdominals with each stroke. Her orgasm took her by surprise, slamming into her so quick her toes curled and she keened against his skin while he took over the movements of fucking her, raising his hips in a slow and steady in and out motion while her pussy gripped him with each muscle clenching wave of her release. Instead of easing up on her, he kept fucking her, moving her body against his as if she weighed no more than a feather.
With a low grunt he sat up and moved them back until he was braced against the headboard. Sliding one arm around her waist, he grabbed a fistful of her hair with the other and brought her mouth to his for a deep, wet, hot kiss that was almost as good as the sensation of his erection filling her. The scent of their combined sweat filled the air and she moaned into his mouth, her body exquisitely sensitive after her last orgasm but wanting more, wanting all of him. He was such an amazing man, having fought his way out of the ghetto as a teenager, managing to avoid the pitfalls of drugs and gangs, to not only become a UFC champ but also a successful businessman and a good human being.
Her heart ached with her love for him, a love she’d been trying to fight for months now behind cold words and faked indifference. But he wasn’t letting her hide anymore and as she kissed him tears welled in her eyes as the intensity of her emotions overwhelmed her. He loved her, he really did, and oh God did she love him.
Pulling back, she cupped his face in her hands while he drove her to another climax, this one promising to be soul shattering with its intensity. He met her gaze with a fierce determination tempered by absolute adoration. She’d never had anyone look at her like this before, like she was something amazing.
It made the words easy to say. “Dallas, I love you.”
His pleased smile made her grin back, even as she was riding him harder now, glorying in the feel of him beneath her, of his hard body cradling hers as she chased her pleasure. Together they moved until it almost felt as if they were dancing, their bodies in perfect synch. When he stiffened against her and his cock seemed to swell inside of her she ground her hips into him, the slight pain of his dick pressing into her cervix making her scream with pleasure as her orgasm exploded within her.
It was so good, so mind-destroyingly amazing that all she could do was try to hold on to Dallas, to use him as her anchor to keep her body from flying to pieces. He growled as he came inside of her then hugged her so close she could scarcely draw a breath, not that she cared. Her mind floated, disconnected from her body and utterly entranced by Dallas. When he finally eased up his hold she took in a deep breath, wondering if she’d passed out for a moment there, if it was possible to faint from too much pleasure.
Moving slowly, gently, Dallas lifted her enough to look at him. “I love you, Amanda. You’re it for me. All I want, the only woman I want. Believe it.”
She smiled at him, feeling too good to fight. “I do.”
He laughed and cuddled her close, his dick jumping inside of her when she involuntarily squeezed him. “Good God, woman, you’re going to kill me.”
A giggle escaped her and she wondered at the light, happy sound. “Stop being such a whiner.”
“Do you forgive me for being a dumbass?”
She considered making him sweat, then decided against it. Game playing was not her style. “I do, but I swear if I ever see that bitch touch you again I’m going to kill her.”
“Mmm, feisty,” he gave her neck a sharp nip. “I like it.”
“You won’t like it when I kill you for letting her touch you,” she grumped, but cuddled closer.
“Do you really love me?”
The note of vulnerability in his voice tugged at her. “Yes, Dallas. I love you.”
“Why?”
“Fishing for compliments?” she teased.
“No…I just want to know why so I can keep doing whatever it is that makes you love me.”
“Oh, baby,” she lifted her head to kiss his chin, the note of vulnerability in his voice touching her deeply. “Just be you. You’re the man I fell in love with. All of you. The UFC fighter, the businessman, the asshole—”
“Hey now.”
She shook her head against his chest. “Admit it, you can be an asshole.”
“I plead the fifth.”
“All of you,” she continued. “I love all of you.”
He made a pleased sound and began to move inside of her again. The man must be snacking on Viagra because he seemed to have a permanent hard-on around her. His voice had a teasing tone as he said, “Do you love my dick?”
Warm tingles raced through her and she licked at the slightly salty skin of his chest. “It’s one of my favorite parts.”
“Hmmm, what are your other favorite parts?”
Once again she wondered if he was fishing for compliments, but it occurred to her that he’d dated woman who always wanted something from him, not Dallas himself. “I love your lips because they kiss me, your hands because they touch me, but most of all I love your mind and your heart because they define who you are, a strong, smart, and compassionate man. My man.”
His almost caveman grunt made her smile as she continued to kiss her way across his chest as he moved slowly inside of her, a constant stroke that made her want to sigh with pleasure. “My Amanda.”
Kissing her way up to his lips, she whispered against his mouth, “Love you.”
“Love you too, mi querida.”