“Yes.” She answered the wordless question and lifted her hips so I could slide the scrap of lace down her thighs, where I paused to press a kiss that earned me a soft whimper and a roll of her hips.

When she was completely, gloriously naked, I let my eyes rake over her, marveling that she was mine, that this would be the first time I’d make love to her, but it wouldn’t be the last.

I was going to make love to this woman for the rest of my life.

“I don’t have words for how exquisite you are,” I told her, sending my hands up her thighs. Her skin was so damned soft, so sensitive.

“I think those words work just fine.” Her breaths came faster as I reached higher until I skimmed the apex of her thighs. “What are you doing to me?” Her hips undulated, seeking friction, and I gave it to her with my thumb and fingers, rising over her to capture her next moan with a kiss.

“I haven’t even started yet,” I promised against her lips. “I’m going to keep you in this bed all weekend, until I’ve kissed every inch of you. Until I know exactly what you like and how much you can take.” I pressed in on her clit, and she cried out.

“Off.” Her fingers yanked at my boxers.

I rolled and did as she asked, then broke open the new box of condoms in my nightstand.

She took the foil from my hand and then gripped the back of my neck to pull my mouth to hers. This time, when I settled between her thighs, there was nothing in between us.

The feeling was almost too much to take, knowing I was finally where I’d always fantasized about being. But she was better than any fantasy I’d ever come up with. Her skin was softer, her kisses hotter, her need elevating my own until we were lost in the kind of connection I’d never believed existed.

I stroked her until she rippled under my fingers, until her nails bit little half-moons into my shoulders and her thighs locked.

She was so damn close, her breath ragged as she urged me back to her mouth.

“With you,” she demanded. “The first one, I want—” She gasped, her eyes flying wide as I stretched her with my fingers.

I groaned at the silk-and-velvet feel of her, at the thought of sinking inside her. If I wasn’t careful, I’d be done for before I even got there. “It’s not one or the other,” I managed to say. “You’re not limited on orgasms.” In fact, I planned on giving her as many as she could possibly stand.

Her hand wrapped around my length, and I stilled as pleasure shot up my spine, so sweet, I could taste it on my tongue.