“Take your time, hermosa. Go as slow as you need. I’ve waited this long to be with you. I’m in no rush.”

She nodded and shivered, and a tear slipped from the corner of her eye and trickled down to the tip of her nose.

Breathing slow and deep, I slid my palms up her thighs, curved them around her trim waist, and up her sides to cup her breasts. When I stroked my thumbs across her nipples, her hips rolled forward, and she picked up a slow, languid rhythm that had me at the precipice of coming in three strokes. The need was like a rush of tiny pinpricks all over my body, and fuck…no…not yet, not yet, not yet.

Darcy shifted forward, bracing herself with one hand by my shoulder, and I rocked upward to meet her hips at the bottom of each stroke. This slow, deep fucking was so good, and apparently, it was exactly what she needed. And she let me know how much when each of my thrusts finished so deep inside of her that it forced out a little whimper. Or maybe that was me. Maybe I was the one making those sounds.

She leaned over me, and her breasts brushed against my chest, adding another layer of sensation. The change in position pressed her clit against my lower belly in a way that made her gasp.

Now I knew I was the one who had whimpered before because the sound she made now as she pushed her hips up and back, practically rutting against me, was nothing like the one I’d heard earlier. Her skin was flushed, lips parted and slightly bruised from kissing, breasts swaying with each excited breath she took, her dark brown nipples puckered with arousal, and oh, fuck… I was definitely going to come now.

“Shit, Darcy. Can I come?

“No, not yet.” Her voice…a delighted chuckle paired with deep satisfaction that almost did me in.

“Please? Oh, fuck.”

If she told me I could come, I couldn’t hear her because I was trying so hard not to. All I could feel or even think about was how her pussy clutched at me with each thrust until she came with a primal moan. And damn, her pussy clamped down on me so hard right before her hips jerked to a shuddering stop that made a silent prayer of thanks spill from my mouth. And I don’t know how I survived that, but I didn’t come. I didn’t. I was still hard and throbbing inside of her, but the urgent need to finish had banked a bit.