She didn’t want to rush this. Who knew if they would have another moment like this? But she wanted him inside her now. His mouth covered her nipple, and she arched her back. She was done thinking. He sucked greedily at her breasts while his deft fingers slipped inside her swollen, aching cleft.

The feel of his rough tongue against her slippery nipples combined with his fingers drumming rhythmically on her slick clit was too much, and Liza bucked and purred. Now it was her turn to beg. “Please, Dorsey.”

“Please what?”

“Fill me up.”

“You want me to fill you up, Liza?” He taunted her, while he fitted a condom.

“Do it.” Liza moaned.

And he did. Thick and throbbing, he slid partway into her, and her body clenched around him. It had been too long.

“Am I hurting you?” His muscles locked with restraint. She didn’t want his restraint; she wanted him thundering inside her.

“No.”

He sank into her with a throaty groan.

“Take it all then,” he demanded. He pulled out and Liza reflexively wrapped her legs around him.

“Take it.” He pushed deeper until he was seated to the hilt. “All.”

“Fu . . .” a dizzying burst of white-hot pleasure shot through her.

“So damned deep,” he murmured against her ear. Then he began to move. Liza held him tight, not allowing him any escape from her embrace. She heard the gentle slaps of her body against his and his deep moans. For a while, they just moved together, looking each other deep in the eye. The intense eye contact was sending Liza over some invisible cliff. She had never made love like this—they were one soul passing between two bodies. He bent down to taste her mouth again, and Liza tightened around every inch of him, making him whisper her name into the hollow of her neck.

“Oh, Liza!” He moved like he had been inside her his whole life. Slow, deep strokes gave way to powerful, grinding pumps. They were a closed circuit, and the power flowed between them until Liza’s body shook with it. She was losing control, and she drove with Dorsey toward a powerful release. At the crest of her orgasm, she cried out.

“I love you! God, Dorsey, I love you so much. Don’t ever go.”

He kissed her deeply, tasting her salty tears and swallowing her “I love yous.”

Grabbing her high on his hips, he pounded the words back into her, hard strokes that made Liza grip the black sheets and arch herself up like a bow. Waves and waves of extraordinary pleasure cracked her completely open.

His orgasm rocketed behind hers, and he collapsed on top of her. He didn’t go. He just nuzzled her neck and cooed in her ear. Emotion overwhelmed her, and she sobbed. Not cute little cries but deep, racking sobs that shook the bed and alarmed Dorsey.