She nodded, her movements still sluggish, languid. He moved slowly, savoring the way she hugged him, her intimate muscles squeezing on each thrust, watching as the loose-limbed lethargy faded away and lust darkened her gaze once more. Lust that touched every inch of him, burning a path across his skin everywhere it fell.
Her hips began tilting up to meet each of his slow thrusts, and he paused when they met, grinding against her. Her breath hitched each time, and he captured each one of those soft intakes. Stored them inside himself. Each one a gift. Her pleasure, her body, her heart. A gift.
Her movements turned frantic, jerky, needy. And his vixen demanded what she wanted. “Harder, Ash. I need more. Deeper. Need to feel more of you.”
And he couldn’t agree more. He didn’t think it was possible for him to get close enough, deep enough. He quickened his pace, still controlled, but the sweat trickling down his neck, his balls drawing up tight, made it clear he wasn’t going to last much longer. And God, now that he’d picked up speed, driving into her—her full breasts bounced with every thrust in the most deliciously erotic way.
She met him thrust for thrust, her thighs flexing around him. Bloody hell, she would ride him so well if they had the chance. Pleasure coiled tight, an ache simmering in the head of his cock that threatened to explode. He ground his teeth and stilled her hips, his fingers digging into her, as though his biting grip could stave off his orgasm. He panted, eyes slammed shut. Not yet. He couldn’t be done with her yet.
He leaned down, his hips unmoving, and brought his mouth to her breast, laving her nipple. She let out a low keening moan, and her hips fought desperately against his hold. But he needed her closer to the edge. He wasn’t ending this until she came a second time.
Her breaths exploded from her lips, erratic and frayed. Her hands delved into his hair, gripping painfully tight, holding him to her breast. Breathy, near-incoherent demands flowed from her.
“There.”
“Suck.”
“Bite.”
“Harder.”
So, he gave it to her. Whatever she asked for, he would give her.
He scraped his teeth over her nipple, and she let out a low, husky purr. “I’m so close, Ash. Move, damn it. Now.”
Her rough, desperate words went straight to his cock. No one had ever responded to his touch like this, like she would expire if he were to stop. And that feeling, that knowledge, it was bloody addictive.
He kissed her neck, trailing his tongue along the arched muscle all the way to her ear. “I want your fingers on your quim as soon as I lift off you,” he murmured. “You get yourself to the edge and you stop. Understood?”
She nodded, the curve of her ear rubbing against his lips with the movement.
“And you don’t start again until I start thrusting.”
“Yes, Duke.”
His cock jumped at the throaty response. Her hands were already gone from his hair and pushing between their flushed bodies. He lifted off her and ground his hips, allowing himself a small tease that sent sparks shooting through to the tip of his cock. Her hands dipped between her thighs and slid over herself in quick tight circles.
“Good girl,” he praised, his gaze locked on the sight of her delicate fingers flying over her cunt. “Fuck, the sight of you working yourself… I don’t ever want to unsee it. I want it permanently etched into my brain.”
She whimpered, and his gaze shot to hers. Her burnt amber eyes, nearly closed, peeked at him through a soft frill of lashes.
He laced her free hand with his and placed their entwined fingers over her heart. He slid out of her slowly. Then sank back home.
“I want to be so deeply inside you—”
He thrust leisurely, unhurried. Savoring her. Savoring this moment.
“So entrenched in you, consumed by you—”
His gaze clashed with hers, and he let his heart speak for him.
“That you and I are no more; only us remains.”
Her hand stilled, chest heaving, mouth parted, cheeks flushed. She dipped her chin in a nod, permission to take them both over the edge.
He released her hand and fell to his forearm, his other hand gripping her hip. “Us,” he whispered over her lips.
He slid out until just the tip of him was cradled by her heat.
