Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 56651 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 283(@200wpm)___ 227(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56651 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 283(@200wpm)___ 227(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
It was sexy as hell. Everything about making Dana come was sexy. The sense of satisfaction I got from giving her pleasure was unlike anything I had ever felt before. It was getting all the damned gold stars in the world. I felt like a king. I felt like a goddamned hero.
I had never focused so intently on a woman’s pleasure before. I had never noticed all the subtle nuances of a woman’s orgasm. It was beautiful. She was beautiful.
Goddamn, if making my Sunshine come didn’t make me feel like the ruler of the whole damned world.
I kept kissing her as her luscious body fell back to the bed, trembling and moving in ways that made me want to be inside her desperately.
Scratch that. I needed to be inside her.
“Sweetheart… Can I…?”
“Yes. Drake, yes.”
I positioned my shaft at her entrance and pushed forward, staring into her eyes as I slid into heaven. She was tight, silky smooth, and so wet… I could hardly believe how good she felt. I felt something else. Something I hadn’t expected.
Pleasure. Sexual satisfaction. All of that. But it was more than that. Being inside Dana felt like coming home.
All those years. All that time on my own. Even in the barracks. Even in a tent with guys ready to thrown themselves on a grenade for me. Even with my brothers in the club.
For the first time in my life, I knew what it meant to have someone. To belong with someone once and for all. To not be alone, ever again.
And it was fucking magnificent. Life changing. It changed me. I had already shifted from a selfish prick to someone who wanted to make my woman happy. But now I felt something else, this time about myself. I felt like I was worth a damn. I felt like a man. Not just a man.
I felt like a good man.
All it had taken was a little bit of love from my own personal source of sunshine.
CHAPTER THIRTY
Dana
The man above me stared down at me with a look of pure focus and concentration. I was used to seeing Drake look sweet and silly. I was not used to this.
His handsome face was so serious. But it didn’t make me worry. I knew he was doing his best not to hurt me.
Drake was big. I was… not.
“You okay, Sunshine?”
“Yes… I’m… ohhhhh…” I sighed out my pleasure at the feeling of him inside me. He was so hard… his body so hot… his skin against mine was one of the best things I’d ever felt. I decided it was one of the best feelings in the world.
“I don’t want to hurt you. I love you so damned much,” he said and I nearly melted from the sweetness of it. It was the first time he said it. But once he started, he didn’t stop.
“You feel so damned good, baby,” he murmured in that deep voice of his. It was even rougher than usual. I whimpered in response. My orgasm was still sending aftershocks through my body. He grunted in pleasure as he felt me contract around him. “You feel like heaven.”
“Hmmmm hmmmm,” I tried to agree but he was moving his hips now, which was exactly what I wanted him to do but also completely overwhelming. I tried again only a soft ‘ahhhh’ noise came out.
“Am I hurting you?”
I shook my head ‘no’ and he grunted and kept going.
And going.
And going.
I must have climaxed three more times before he tensed up above me and froze. Then he bucked wildly, being rough for the first time since we began. It might have hurt, but the feeling of him expanding inside me before exploding threw me into another, even bigger, orgasm.
When he finally stilled on top of me, I was stunned. My body felt amazing. Light was zinging through me like one of those laser light shows they had at the museum. I felt like I was full of fireflies. Or stars.
Drake kissed me neck and murmured that he loved me again. He’d said it multiple times as we made love. I swallowed. I was suddenly afraid of the power he had over me. Afraid I would get hurt.
Afraid to admit that I loved him, too.
He leaned up and looked into my eyes with a worshipful look of pure adoration. I exhaled deeply. He did love me. I suddenly had no doubt.
I felt safe. I opened my mouth to speak but he stopped me. A shadow crossed his eyes. He reached between us and cursed. He was still wedged inside my body. He didn’t withdraw for a second, and then he pulled himself free, looking back at me with a look of regret.
“I am so sorry.”
“For what?” I asked, suddenly afraid I had done something wrong.
“It’s my fault. I got so damned excited. And you felt so good… I didn’t know it could ever feel this good.”