He looked down at her, his dark hair damp with sweat, a half-grin on his face, and nudged the thick, hard tip of his cock inside her. Lissy could wait no longer. Her legs caught above his shoulders, she lifted her hips, reaching for fulfillment. “Yes! Yes! Oh, now! Yes!” An amused gleam in his blue eyes, he withdrew, his thumb drawing lazy circles over her swollen, aching clitoris. “Uh-uh. You’re supposed to say, ‘I do.’” She moaned in frustration, clutching fistfuls of linen tablecloth, her body about to combust. “I do! I do! God, I do, Will!” “That’s better.” His gaze locked with hers, and his big hands seized her hips. Then with one slow thrust he filled her. “Oh! Oh, God, Will!” His name was the last coherent word she spoke, her voice unraveling into a long, throaty moan as he pushed himself in and out of her, thick and hard. It felt so good. It felt better than good. Having him inside her was both bliss and torture. He groaned. “Damn, Lissy! You drive me insane!”
