And yet she was still begging him to touch her, and that was enough for him. His fists released the sheets and his broad, large hands ran up and down the silky smooth skin of her sides and back before he cupped her breasts, kneading them and then pinching her nipples.
His kiss was hungry, deep and wanting. She was driving him crazy, keeping him on the edge but not pushing him forward or taking him back. It was incredibly hot, of course, but he wanted her, to feel her clench and come around him. He wanted to thrust into her hard until he found his satisfaction.
"Love you," he said, voice rumbling in his chest, coming out huskily against her skin. "Mandy..." He didn't actually say the word please, because he would be begging if he did so, but it was perhaps in his tone.