Her body was taut everywhere, tingling and swollen, and she used her inner muscles to clench on to him, afraid he’d leave.

“Mandy, oh, damn, honey.” His eyes were closed, a shudder rolling over him.

She knew the feeling. But after a long drawn-out second that felt like half her life, Mandy started to worry that he wasn’t going to do anything. That he was just going to sit there in her, like a parked car.

He was a complex man, who clearly had some issues in a past relationship, and he had more willpower than she could ever hope for, but now wasn’t the time for him to be exercising it. It was time for him to let it go, to allow himself pleasure.

“Damien, darling, aren’t you going to make love to me?”

He wanted to. God knew he wanted to. But Damien was afraid that if he moved, he would go careening into an orgasm that would embarrass the hell out of him. He was afraid that if he let go, if he unleashed all the passion he’d been withholding for three years, that other, uglier emotions might rise along with it. He was afraid that if he moved, and it was over, then it would be, well, over. This was it.

But Mandy’s soft, coaxing words nudged him out of his indecision.

The way she felt, wrapped around him, under him, her body open for his, hot and slick, and the way her lips parted on a pant and her eyes glazed over convinced him. He’d risk it.

With a groan, he pulled back as a precursor to gently sliding into her, but Mandy dug her nails into his ass and cried out, “No, don’t leave!”

Mandy did some female trick that had her muscles tightening, holding him in place like she refused to give his cock up. His mouth went dry, blood thundering in his head, and he decided he didn’t give a damn about staying in control. He’d already gone this far, he’d already let his body feel passion again, he might as well take it all the way.

He slammed into her and forced a groan out of both of them. Mandy’s eyes rolled back in her head.

“I’m not going anywhere,” he said through gritted teeth.

When he stroked again, he had to close his eyes. Jesus, she felt so good. So hot, so giving, so close around him, holding on and milking his cock with her tight body, agony and ecstasy intermingling in his mouth like a potent mixed drink. He felt drunk on pleasure.