It was too much.
The mirror angle wasn’t quite right to see everything, but she could certainly feel him stretching her, her walls grasping to hold him inside. Suddenly he surged up, filling her until she was sure her body would split in two with the pleasure.
His hands slid into the vee of her thighs, the sides of his fingers opening her swollen lips until he found her clit. Part of her wished she could see. Wanted to know just how they fit together. Anything that felt this amazing had to be beautiful.
But she couldn’t tear her gaze away from the mirror. She watched him watch them. And that made it all the more thrilling. They glided together again and again, the rhythm as enthralling as the way he stretched her.
“Darcy.” His eyebrows knitted together as his thrusts became sharper.
Off balance, she pitched forward and her hips lifted. The sweet, fluid thrusts were gone and she cried out as he slammed into her. Her shoulders sank into the bed as he surged into her again and again. The sweaty rasp of the hair of his thighs against her smooth ones, the grip of his fingers on her hips, the abrasion of her nipples against the comforter with each thrust—all of it coalesced into sensory overload.
His thrusts were long and deep and hard and it was wonderful. She’d never been taken so completely.
He reached around her, his fingertips digging into her belly then finally between her legs. She could feel how close he was. Taste it in the air she breathed in so greedily. No one had ever wanted her this way.
He pulled her leg out and they slid forward in a heap. He must have come, because he stopped thrusting and fell forward with his full weight on her. She hadn’t quite gotten there again, but that was fine. To be wanted like that was more than she’d ever had before.
But no, he pulled her leg out straight and rolled her to the left a little so she was pressing down on the knee tucked into her body. And then he was inside her again. The fullness multiplied. His long fingers slid down inside the seam where thigh met body and he rubbed tiny circles around her clit.
She sucked in all the air in the room. And it still wasn’t enough. Her body trembled as he kept the constant circular pressure. The safe warmth was gone, leaving her raging inside. She searched out for something to grab, anything to hold on to. Fisting the blankets, she pushed back against him. Tears leaked from the corners of her eyes as she sobbed through the tearing release. His name was a keening cry ripped from her lungs.
His arms surrounded her, held her tight to his body as he drew her knee back up to match her other one. And still he didn’t slide from her body. Surely she’d flown apart. He was just putting her back together. But no, he curled around her and thrust slowly. Sweat slicked between him and she felt his deep groan through her back as he held himself tightly inside her.
They lay like that for a long time, her breathing finally slowing until it matched his.
“I’m sorry, I have to move before we have ourselves a little problem.”
She grinned into the mattress, laying her cheek against the cool comforter. She should probably stretch out, but she wanted to hold all of that inside her—hold it close inside the ball of bliss that she’d become.
There was a coolness against her back and the bed shifted. His weight was gone.
What was it about this man? This kind man with an equal measure of muscle and artistry that got inside her like no one else?
Had it really been only one day with him?
Gentle fingers coasted down her spine followed by a cool washcloth. “I thought you might like this.”
Moaning, she slowly uncurled with each stroke of the cloth. She rolled to her side, wincing with each stretching muscle. Twenty hours at the store and the best sex she’d ever had was enough to slam the
lid on feeling self-conscious.
She turned herself around and crawled to the top of the bed. Her body ached deliciously and she wanted nothing more than to fall on her face for ten straight hours. She tucked her cheek into his pillow and blinked sleepily up at him.
She should go home. It wouldn’t be smart to stay. Things would get weird.
“Stay.”
Her lips curled into a smile. “Reading my mind?”
“I want to hold you tonight.” He leaned in, brushing a light kiss over her eyes, against her cheeks and finally her mouth. “Once isn’t going to be enough, Darcy.”
She opened her eyes. How the heck was she supposed to say no to that? She simply nodded.
“If you disappear in the morning, I’ll find you.”
The humming laugh surprised her. She should be annoyed at his directive, but she felt too good. “Because I’m so far away? That whole five hundred feet to my side of the house?”
His dark eyes were intense and for once humor was decidedly missing.