Page 57 of Takes Two to Tango

“The Reverend Beach wouldn’t approve of you taking the Lord’s name in vain.” His eyes danced as he continued his ministrations.

Despite her intentions of returning the favor, her body reacted, falling back into blissful pleasure where nothing existed but waves of sensation. It was as if once he’s started her up, she couldn’t stop. “Brent.”

“Ah, that’s the name I’m looking for,” he murmured, capturing her lips in a sweet kiss.

She wanted him inside her. Wanted all of him. But he didn't stop touching her, teasing, breaking her again. In fact, he seemed most content to take his time making love to her.

His caresses weren't by rote. His motions weren't mechanical or practiced. Instead, they felt new and tender, almost tentative, as if he were touching a woman for the first time.

He lightly slid his hands over her, brushing the curve her waist. fanning her belly. "You're so beautiful. I feel like I've never done this before. Like I've never had sex, never touched a woman here-'' he brushed the back of his hand across her breast "-or here."

He returned to the juncture of her thighs, taking her breath away again. “I can’t stop…you have to-”

He didn’t stop and she broke against him again.

Finally, she managed to catch her breath, slid a hand to his bristly jaw, and cupped his face. "It feels new to me, too. You didn't have whiskers the first time I kissed you."

He cupped a breast before dropping a kiss atop it. "And you didn't have boobs. Or at least not this much."

She reached down and clasped his erection, sliding her hand over the smoothness of him, causing him to suck in his breath. “Turnabout deserves fair play, doesn’t it?"

He smiled, but didn't stop stroking her. "Would I ever disagree with you?"

She arched one eyebrow, eliciting a wink. He sighed. “Okay, you can touch me now.”

So she did, punishing him by taking her own sweet time torturing him, driving him so close to the edge, he literally grit his teeth.

"Rayne, no more," he panted, pulling her from him.

"Condom?" she whispered into his ear, as she kissed the ridge, nipping it playfully.

"Drawer on your side.” He sighed, moving down to kiss her stomach, making her gasp and fumble with finding the stupid box in the depths of the drawer.

Still, less than a minute later, he was sheathed and between her thighs. He gave her the smile of all smiles. She'd never seen one so pure from a man who had such an arsenal.

"I've been waiting years for this."

She held up her arms, beckoning him to fill them. "Youhavebeen waiting years."

He bent one of her legs, pushed it so her knee nearly touched the tip of her breast and slid home. Rayne gasped as he filled her. It wasn't only a physical fullness, but an emotional one. And it was strange and wonderful at the same time. Her heart felt as if it would burst and dampness gathered on her lashes. She felt overwhelmed by this man she’d dreamed of for so long and the fulfillment of having him inside her, joined with her. As hokey as it seemed, she knew it was more than sex, more than a connection. She couldn't truly name it.

So she just rolled with it.

He moved inside her, a steady rhythm, building the tension, pulling it taut. He thrust slow and deep, before losing his own control. He panted her name over and over in her ear like a mantra. And before she knew it, they both arched over the backyard fence, up to the sun, exploding into a thousand lovely pieces that she felt all over her body, tips of toes to the top of her head.

Then she fell back, out of breath, totally enraptured by what had occurred between them. It wasn't as if she hadn't reached an orgasm before. She had. But this... this was so intense. She couldn't speak. No words.

So she didn't try for them. She lay replete. Fulfilled.

The ceiling fan whirred above them, brushing their heated flesh with a gentle breeze. Brent shifted off her, fell to his back, and breathed, "Wow."

"I know, right?" She smiled at the whirring fan because she didn't have the energy to even turn her head. Her body was a pool of repletion. She felt so good. So damn good.

They lay there for a good five minutes, neither saying a word to the other. Nothing but sweet silence. Until a buzzing interrupted.

"What's that? Your phone?" Brent asked, finally lifting his head.

Rayne managed to lift her own. "Yeah."

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