I bat her hands away from my t-shirt and push my sweats down just enough to free my cock. It bumps against her stomach, and she’s momentarily stunned. It’s enough to allow me to shackle her wrists again.
I line my cock up with her opening. “You ready?”
She doesn’t answer verbally. Instead, she pushes up until I enter her. Once my tip is inside her, she raises an eyebrow in challenge. I slam into her and we both groan.
I halt fully seated inside her. I can’t move. If I do, this will be over before it began. Unacceptable.
“What’s the matter?” Lilac asks as she squeezes her inner muscles around me. I groan and drop my forehead to hers.
“I don’t want this to be quick, honey,” I admit.
Confusion clouds her gaze. “There’s nothing wrong with quick.”
“But slow and gentle ain’t bad either,” I tell her as I withdraw inch by incredible inch before entering her again.
I keep my pace slow and steady with our foreheads touching and our gazes connected. More than our gazes are connected. We share more than white hot sexual chemistry. We have a connection – an undeniable connection.
I love Lilac I realize with a start. This smart, gorgeous, unbelievably complicated woman was made for me.
The realization that I have the woman I love beneath me causes my pace to quicken and she moans. I release her hands to reach down and rub her clit. Her legs tighten around my waist, and she squeezes me.
“I’m going to come,” she gasps out as she stares into my eyes.
“Come,” I order.
Her eyes fall shut and her neck arches back as her inner muscles spasm around me.
“Yes,” I hiss as her orgasm triggers mine. “Yes,” I mutter over and over again. “Lilac!” I cry when I finish.
I collapse on top of her before I remember to roll to her side before I crush her. I tuck her into my side.
“Sleep, honey. Sleep.”
“Just sleep,” I cut her off before she can remind me of how she doesn’t sleep with her lovers. I’m not one of her lovers. I’m the man who loves her.
My heart squeezes at the thought. Convincing Lilac to make love to me was one thing. Convincing her to give me a real chance is another.
And I thought things were complicated before. Welcome to the real complicated.