He started at her feet this time, massaging her legs and giving extra attention to her inner thighs, which she’d mentioned earlier were sore from what they’d done yesterday. With her legs spread before him, it took every bit of self-control he could summon to stay focused on the massage and not the throbbing need that pulsed through him with almost painful intensity.

Skipping her core, he slid his oiled hands over her belly, drawing a sharp inhale from her when his thumbs caressed her hipbones. She was writhing again by the time he got to her breasts.

“Paul…”

“What, sweetheart?”

“I want you.”

“You have me. I’m right here with you, and I’m not going anywhere.”

She held out her arms to him, and he went willingly to her. “I want you inside me.”

“You’re too sore.”

“You’d go slow, right?”

“We could go slow.” What did it say about him that he was so desperate for her that he let her talk him into making love when he’d planned to let her rest and recover from what they’d already done? Despite his reservations, he found himself removing his bathing suit and coming down on top of her.

She wrapped her arms around him and released a sigh that sounded like relief to him.

Her oil-slick skin heated on contact with his body, which was the hottest fucking thing he’d ever experienced until he began to enter her. That was hotter. She was so wet but also so tight, and he was forced to go so slowly, lest he hurt her. It was pure torture of the best kind, and it didn’t help that she moved beneath him like a sexy siren determined to have her wicked way with him.

“Does it hurt?”

“Not too bad.”

“That’s not no.”

“It burns a little, but that’s because of you, not me.”

He stopped moving and looked down at her. “Because of me?”

“You’re big, Paul. Like you didn’t know that already.”

Unfortunately, her words only made him bigger, which drew a groan from her. “Note to self, never mention he’s big when he’s trying to get inside you.” Her eyes widened, and her mouth fell open. “Stop! I can’t take any more!”

He grinned at the face she made at him. “Then you need to stop talking dirty to me, baby.”

Her fingers dug into the muscles of his back as he entered and retreated over and over again until she finally relaxed and allowed him in.

“Ahhh, God, that feels so good,” he whispered into her neck, making her shiver. Her muscles pulsed and rippled around his cock, which nearly finished him off before he’d even gotten started. “Can I talk dirty to you?”

“If you must…”

“How dirty am I allowed to get?”

“As dirty as you want.”