waited.
“Fine,” Mandy said, securing a new gauze strip into place. “But I’m the one who is going to do all the work. You’re just going to sit there and rest.”
James chuckled. “That sounds like the best offer I’ve had all day.”
Mandy ran her hands down James’ cut torso, relishing the feeling of his hard muscles as they tightened beneath them. She lowered her mouth to his abdomen, kissing her way down to the lip of his boxer shorts. James groaned appreciatively, his nerves tingling.
Mandy’s fingers slipped beneath the waist of the boxers, tugging the light fabric down his strong thighs and discarding it on the floor. She kissed the inside of his thigh, causing him to tense.
“What are you doing?”
Mandy ignored him, moving her mouth to his other thigh.
“Baby,” James murmured.
Mandy massaged the inside of his thighs, pushing her way between them and blowing a warm breath out on James’ rigid member, which jerked in response. She teased him with a series of pointed licks, and then she engulfed him in his entirety.
James cried out when he felt her warm mouth cover him, his hand tangling in her hair. Mandy expertly moved her mouth up and down his length, her hands continuing to rub the inside of his thighs. It didn’t take long. James exploded moments later, moaning in ecstasy as his high receded.
When she was sure he was done, Mandy pulled away, smiling at him smugly. “Now you can rest, right?”
James narrowed his eyes. “You’ve got to be joking.”
“No,” Mandy said, moving to stand. “You need to rest.”
James snagged her by the waist and pulled her over to him. “Where do you think you’re going?”
“You need to rest,” Mandy repeated.
“I’ll rest later,” James said. “I’m nowhere near done with you.”
“You can’t … .”
“Oh, yes I can,” James said. “It’s my turn.”
James’ hands roamed over Mandy’s fuzzy pajama pants, pulling them down and sighing when he realized she was bare underneath them. He shifted on the couch, refusing to let her pull away and think better of what he was about to do. He pulled the pants off her and positioned her near his face, her knees spread on either side of his neck.
“I’m not sure,” Mandy said, desire warring with worry.
James ignored her, grabbing her rounded rear with his hands and pushing her warm mound to his mouth. “Shut up.” His tongue slipped between her folds, exploring. Mandy gasped, gripping the top of the couch to keep her balance.
“James,” Mandy moaned. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
James flicked his tongue out again, causing her to arch her back. He refused to let go of her, kneading her rear with his fingers as he attacked her with vigor. He knew her body so well now, he was aware the second she let go and careened over the edge, her ardent cries filling him with delight.
When he was sure she was done, he let her go so she could glide down his body, her warm core easily sliding over his ready erection. Mandy leaned forward, placing her hands on the armrest above his head to give herself leverage to move her body.
James’ hands rested on her slim hips before slipping underneath her T-shirt and cupping her naked breasts. He wanted to yank the shirt off, leaving nothing between them but skin, but he also didn’t want to interrupt her rhythm. He leaned his head back so he could accept her kiss, meeting her downward thrusts with powerful upward ones of his own.
It didn’t take long until they were tumbling together again, Mandy collapsing on the side of his chest that wasn’t covered with gauze when every bit of pleasure had been squeezed out of both of them. James tangled his hand in her damp hair and pressed a kiss to her forehead.
“I love you, baby.”
“I love you,” Mandy murmured. “I … .”
“Go to sleep,” James ordered, pulling the blanket from the back of the couch and covering them with it. “You need sleep. You can make me feel better again in a