Defending Raven (Mountain Mercenaries #7)(93)

And that right there was reason four thousand and sixty-seven why she was head over heels in love with her husband. “All right.”

“Good.” Then Dave slipped around her and lay down on the bed. He put his hands behind his head, and Mags could see the lust in his eyes. His cock wasn’t completely hard, but was impressive even at half-mast.

She walked around to the end of the bed, climbed onto the mattress, and crawled toward him on her hands and knees. She watched as his dick twitched, and she grinned. She didn’t stop until she was straddling his stomach.

The white teddy she’d put on had been a confidence booster. She’d come a long way from the skinny, malnourished woman she’d been a year ago. She’d put on weight in all the right places and had curves again. She felt sexy.

She reached for one of the straps and pulled it off her shoulder and down her arm. She did the same with the other one and let the nightie fall to her waist.

Dave’s pupils dilated, and he licked his lips.

Mags had decided, while she’d been waiting for her husband to come upstairs, to take control of their lovemaking. She knew if she let Dave have his way, he’d take his time and do everything in his power to make it all about her. He’d be gentle, and while she wouldn’t mind that, it wasn’t what she wanted for this first time. She needed to take back everything that had been stolen from her, and at the top of that list was asking for what she wanted.

No, demanding it.

Reaching between her legs, she unsnapped the teddy and bunched the material around her stomach. She crawled forward on her knees until her pussy was over his mouth. “Make me come,” she ordered.

Without a second’s hesitation, Dave lifted his head and licked her from top to bottom.

They both groaned.

He took his time relearning her. Licking gently and nuzzling her folds. Every now and then his tongue would flick over her clit.

Loving his attention, but deciding he was taking too long, she reached for his hands, which were still under his head, and brought them to her sides. “Hold me,” she told him.

His fingers dug into the sensitive skin at her hips, and she arched her back, letting him take some of her weight. But he still wasn’t giving her what she wanted. She looked down her body and saw his eyes were open and staring up at her face, as if trying to read her state of mind.

She smiled.

“Lick my clit, Dave. Make me come. Please. I need it. It’s been too long.”

That was all he needed to hear. His fingers dug into her flesh, and he closed his eyes as he concentrated all his attention on her clit. His mouth formed a suction, and his tongue flicked at her as if it was a mini vibrator.

“Oh yeah, that’s it. Right there! More . . . oh God, I’m going to come!”

Her orgasm rose hard and fast, and Mags hadn’t been prepared for it. She undulated against her husband’s face, but he kept hold of her and never lost contact with her clit. Her whole body shook as the orgasm overwhelmed her.

It felt so good.

So good.

It was freeing. She hadn’t felt this way in a very long time.

Mags felt as if her bones were jelly. She rolled off Dave to the side, but made sure to pull him with her when she fell. He cautiously propped himself up on one elbow next to her and used his free hand to brush her hair off her face and out of her eyes.

“Make love to me,” Mags begged as she gazed up at him.

“Are you sure? I’m perfectly happy to just hold you in my arms as we fall asleep,” Dave said.

“I’m sure,” Mags told him. “I need you now more than ever.”

“You want to be on top?”

She loved how sensitive he was, but she shook her head. “No. I want you on top.”

“It’s not going to bring back bad memories?” Dave asked.

Mags shook her head again. “No. I want to look up at you as you take me. I want to hold on to your arms and wrap my legs around your waist. I know who’s in my bed, Dave. You are. And you’d never hurt me. You’d never do anything I didn’t want to do.”

“Damn straight,” he said as he eased himself over her and held himself there for a moment, as if giving her a chance to change her mind.

But Mags didn’t feel even one second of panic. This was Dave. Her husband.

He used a hand to fit his now rock-hard cock to her opening, and then he paused once again. She knew how difficult this had to be for him, but he didn’t let on that he was in any kind of erotic pain in the least.

Mags lifted her hips toward him, feeling the head of his cock slip farther inside. Dave’s nostrils flared, but he held himself in check and slowly pushed inside her.

It was a little painful, as it had been a long time since she’d made love. They both let out the breaths they’d been holding when his hips met hers, and he was all the way in.

“Fuck, I love you,” Dave whispered.

“I love you too,” Mags told him.

“Are you good?” he asked.

She nodded. “I forgot how this felt. How good you felt.”

“I never forgot, not for one second,” Dave told her as he lifted his hips, then gently pushed back inside her. He did that a few times, making sure she was really all right.

“Faster,” Mags urged.

To Dave’s credit, he didn’t ask if she was sure; he simply sped up his movements.