And then some.

Kissing her was something he could see himself doing for a good, long time.

Daniel licked at her, stroking her tongue with his own. He explored.

Her hands trailed down his back. Pulled at his t-shirt.

She broke off the hot and heavy kiss to drag it over his head.

“Daniel,” she panted, palms smoothing over his ribs. Her ni**les poked at his chest through the thin material of her bra. “Your body is beautiful.”

“Glad you approve. Let’s lose the bra.” He rolled them onto their sides, then attacked the clasp on her back and peeled the straps down her shoulders. She shrugged it off, tossing it to the wild blue yonder.

Sweet heavens her br**sts were gorgeous, generous. They filled his hands like a dream. Alabaster pale against the tan of his fingers, ni**les beaded hard against his palms. She was a f**king feast.

“Pants,” she said. “Hurry.”

Daniel dragged his gaze back up to her face. It was a very determined face, mouth set and eyes serious. “What?”

“Get your pants off.”

“Right.” He reared back on his knees and made quick work of the button and fly, getting his pants and boxers off while his girl did likewise.

Holy shit, the wriggling and wrestling, he couldn’t watch or he’d blow. His dick tapped his bel y as it was. But he couldn’t look away.

Ready, willing, and peeling off her jeans, kicking them off. Hooking her thumbs in a black pair of panties and shimmying them down.

“Dan?” Big eyes blinked at him. The panties went down. His mind … going, going, gone. Because oh, yes. A dark tuft of pubic hair and not much else visible in this dark, but he could feel his way just fine.

And hell, he wanted to take his time.

Yeah.

His face belonged between those thighs. He needed to nuzzle the glossy wet lips of her sex. Licking and laving and breathing her in were all that mattered now. Hell, he would imprint himself on her if he could figure out how.

“Why are you waiting?” His girl tilted her head, mystified, reached up and grabbed his hand. “I want you in me.”

So when it came to talking he said the only thing he could possibly bring himself to say. “Yes.”

He collapsed back down on top of her, taking his weight on a hand at the last.

Ali grinned, planted a kiss on his mouth and pressed his hand to her hot, wet sex. He set about making her hotter and wetter. A finger ran up and down the lips of her sex, making her squirm and pant. Two fingers pressed slowly inside her. She squirmed against his hand, taking more, faster. Forcing the pace.

“Easy, babe.” His thumb stroked her clit, working it side to side till her back arched, offering up her br**sts to him. He hunched down to suck a sweet, stiff nipple into his mouth and worked it with his tongue. Her noises were perfect; all the moans and gasps building him to a fever pitch. He was already barely hanging on.

“Dan. Please. Hurry.”

“Soon, babe. Very soon. Come for me first.” The need to be in her was driving him mad, but there was no way in hell he was going to give in and mess this up.

Daniel swirled his long finger about inside her, searching out the sweet spot, right behind her clit. He worked her from inside and out till she was trembling, shuddering and panting his name. “That’s my girl.”

He slammed his mouth down on hers when she came, muffling the cries as her pu**y convulsed around his fingers.

Perfect.

So absolutely damn perfect.

Screw watching football, he had found his new favorite pastime for the next fifty years at least, or however long his dick held out. He rubbed his thumb gently above her clit, dragging out the last of her pleasure till she sagged limp beneath him, every muscle lax, spent.

Her thighs stopped trembling, her breathing evened out. Eventually.

Wow. Talk about humbled. The total relaxation on her pretty face and the slow smile when her gray eyes blinked open once again had him hooked.

“That was hot,” he said. “Again. Come again for me, babe.”

Her brows rose as her mouth opened. The wondrous look she gave him held more than a touch of “are you crazy”? Well, he would have to prove himself to her. No hardship.

She watched as he licked her juices off his fingers, lip smacking involved. This was his girl. He had every intention of spending some very serious time with his mouth between her thighs, but right now, his instincts told him to keep eye contact. If she got skittish then he wanted to be there, talking her back down.

He finished sucking her honey from his fingers, and then he ever so gently, very tenderly, began to stroke her anew. Taking care to go easy while, he knew, she was still reeling from coming, stil ultra sensitive to every touch.

“No, Dan. Your turn.” She grabbed his c**k and did some stroking of her own.

Her lovely hot hand.

The punch of heat to his gut was insane; the tightness in his balls from touching and watching nearly did him in.

He covered her hand with his own, stilled it before he embarrassed himself and came all over her bel y like some overeager kid. Oh, man. The mental image of her soft, pale skin splattered in his come. Marked by him.

He had to close his eyes, will it out of existence before it became truth. This woman made a mockery of his control.

“Why not?” She gave him a cranky, confused frown and a squeeze. He swore a blue streak.

“Ali, babe, wait. I want to be inside you.”

“I want that too.”

Fine. She was onboard. Further foreplay could be post-play. No problem.