Jenny sagged into the bed, breathing hard and sweating profusely from the heat and the desire that thrummed through her in a relentless rhythm. She was about to beg him when he started all over again, slower this time. Grasping a handful of his hair, she tried to hurry him, but he wouldn’t be hurried.

She groaned in frustration, which made him laugh.

“Patience.”

“I have none.”

“Get some.”

Her hands fell to her sides, gripping the sheet as he continued to torture her with his tongue and deep strokes of his fingers. Jenny’s hips surged against his mouth, and he took the hint, sucking her clit and running his tongue back and forth over it.

She detonated, screaming from the overpowering pleasure that ripped through her.

He stayed with her through the whole thing before moving up to cover her with his big, muscular body. “That was amazing,” he whispered as he took himself in hand and pushed into her. “God, that feels incredible.” He flexed his hips. “Oh, you’re so tight.”

Jenny dug her fingers into the muscles on his back as she struggled to accommodate him. Despite how primed she was after the powerful release, he was big, and she hadn’t done this in years. A slight whimper escaped from her clenched teeth.

“Does it hurt?”

“A little.”

“We’ll have to go slow, then.” He bent over her and drew her nipple into his mouth, sucking and tugging as he eased the pace of his entry. Little by little, he worked his way in, moving carefully and watching her closely with those dark-chocolate eyes. “Better?”

She nodded, sliding her hands from his shoulders down his back to his tight, muscular ass, which she gripped to keep him from moving until she was ready.

He released a tortured groan. “Gotta move.”

“Not yet.”

Throbbing and lengthening inside her, he dropped his head to her shoulder, his perspiration melding with hers to make their bodies slick. Between the heat outside and the heat they were generating together, Jenny was about to implode. She gradually lightened her hold on his ass and wriggled under him.

“Ready?” he muttered against her ear.

“Think so.”

“Hold on to me.”

She grasped his shoulders as he began to move, slowly at first, until he was sure she was with him.

“So fucking hot,” he whispered. “And I’m talking about you, not the weather.”

Jenny moaned as he picked up the pace, clutching her bottom in his big hands as he pounded into her. He took her on a wild ride, giving her no chance to think about anything or anyone other than him. Apparently, his patience extended to intercourse as well, because he kept up the ruthless pace for far longer than he should’ve been able to.