With fucking pleasure. He reached forward, took the two strings on either side of her panties, and ripped them with one hard jerk.

“Ohmigod!” she said, staring down at him in shock. “You destroyed my knickers.”

With just an index finger, he hooked the white satin and pulled the remnants away from her, baring her caramel curls to him. “Knickers are easy enough to come by.” And he tossed them over his shoulder.

Knees on the bed, Damien leaned down and kissed her inner thigh, right, then left, nuzzling his nose into her firm flesh and breathing the salty scent of her perspiration, and the sweetness of her arousal. He brushed a kiss on the damp hair, below her clitoris, his mouth pressing into the give of her sex. Mandy jerked below him, a hissing sound pushing through her teeth.

He pulled back a little, shifted until he was comfortably resting on his elbows, cozily ensconced between her legs. Then he spread her folds and took a long lick over her pink, swollen flesh.

Damien narrowed his eyes, fingers squeezing into her thighs as her taste exploded on his tongue. He heard her groan, felt her legs shift restlessly on either side of him. His blood rushed, his heart pounded, and his control frayed dangerously as he buried his tongue inside her. She surrounded him, hot, quivering, a damp rush flooding over him as she reacted to his invasion, his thrusting deep parody of sex.

“St-op,” she said, back arching on the bed.

“Why?” he asked as he pulled back and ran the pads of his thumbs over her plump swollen folds, up and down, up and down, enjoying the soft give, the way she squirmed and mewled in distress, the way her legs spread farther and farther in invitation.

“Damien…I’m too close. I can’t…stop.”

“Too close to what?” he asked with forced indifference. The thrill, the satisfaction of pleasing her, raced through him, urging him to take this slow, no matter how deep he ached.

And this was a pleasure all in and of itself. He had never been so aroused in his entire life, and he didn’t think it was the result of three years’ abstinence. It was Mandy. Her intelligence, her humor, her beauty, her pure unrestrained responses to him. The naked honesty on her face as she looked down at him and said, “I’m too close to an orgasm. And I don’t want to yet.”

Her heels dug into the bed as she tried to shift up and out of his way.

Damien dropped his weight down on her legs, anchoring her on the lumpy mattress. “Why not?” He kissed her clitoris. “Two orgasms are better than one.”

She swore, twitched to try and free herself, and he almost laughed.

“I never have more than one, so I’d like to delay it as long as possible, if you don’t mind.”