Virgin Daiquiri - Elise Faber Page 0,35
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More than I could put into words.
Not just the sensations, because those were fucking incredible. But it was the connection. Never had I felt closer to someone in my life. Never. Not my friends. Not the people I’d dated. Not my first long-term girlfriend.
It wasn’t this.
It was Iris, cheeks flushed, lips swollen from my kisses, her beautiful curvy body sprawled out beneath me. It was this woman looking at me with softness in those glazed eyes, her desire tempered with affection.
With love.
I loved her.
And that made this moment mean so much more.
I moved in and out slowly, wanting to prolong this time with her but knowing I wouldn’t be able to for long, especially when she tilted her hips, arched farther, and reached a hand down between her legs to find her clit. “More, Brent. Please, more.”
More.
Yeah. I could do that.
I picked up the pace, leaning down to kiss her, bracing myself on one hand as I pulled out and slid in, using the other to tease her nipples, to trace over her curves, then to tilt her hips when I found an angle that made her freeze, lips parting on a moan.
And I zeroed in, because the end for me was near, and I very much wanted her with me.
I kept at the angle, thrusting harder and faster, my free hand moving desperately, dragging her up the precipice with me . . . until finally, she broke, groan torn from her lips as her orgasm swept through her.
Thank fuck, because I was right there with her.
One more thrust and I was over the edge, pulsing inside her as my orgasm shot down my spine, and I came hard enough that I could have sworn I blacked out.
My forehead fell to her shoulder, breaths coming in rapid succession, my body dripping in sweat, and I said the only thing I could, “Well, darlin’, now that I have an idea of what I’m doing, let’s go for round two.”
“What?” she gasped.
I lifted my head, heart light for the first time in ages. Because of this woman. Because I was taking Brooke’s advice. No more squandering. I was all about living now.
“I love you,” I said. “I know we have so much ground to cover, a lot to talk about, but I need you to know that I love you, Iris Hannigan.”
Her face gentled, and her eyes filled with tears. “Honey.”
“I’m so sorry I freaked out and left,” I said, rolling us to the side and holding her close. “My head was so messed up, and I was scared that I already felt so much for you.”
“Brent,” she murmured, cupping my cheek. “I’m sorry, too. I should have—”
“No,” I said, capturing her hand and pressing a kiss to her palm. “I should have—”
She nipped my bottom lip. “I thought we weren’t doing should haves.”
I nipped her bottom lip. “You started it.”
“Did not.”
“Did too.”
I grinned.
She grinned, but then her blue-green eyes filled with tears. “How did I get so lucky to find you?” She sniffed. “I love you, Brent Collins.”
I kissed away a tear that escaped, lightened my tone because I wanted her happy in my bed, not crying, and even though I understood her tears weren’t from her being sad, I still liked those pretty blue-green eyes best when they were sparkling up at me. “Gave me the full name back, huh?”
Her brows drew together. “What?”
“I said, I love you, Iris Hannigan, and you had to give me the full Brent Collins back?”
She rolled her eyes. “You’re not even making sense.”
“You’re always trying to one-up me.”
“You’re impossible.”
“Well, you,” I said and pressed a kiss to her nose, “make me think that anything is possible.” A beat. “Plus, I got you to stop crying.”
Iris sighed, shook her head. “Brent.”
“What?”
“If you keep saying stuff like you’ve been saying, then the crying isn’t going to stop, no matter how much you tease me.”
I chuckled. “I love you, darlin’.”
She sniffed, waved a hand in the direction of her face, and I saw a few tears had escaped. “This is your fault.”
“Well,” I said and flipped us over, positioning her on top of me, “since you’re already crying, I may as well subject you to Round Two.”
Her mouth fell open, but then she gave as good she got because she rolled to her side, tapped me on the shoulder, and said, “Well, rookie, you’ve got to take care of that first.” She gestured to the condom. “Or maybe”—her lips came very close to my ear—“since I’m on