“Do you like it better when I fuck you with two fingers or three?” he murmured in her ear.
“The more the merrier...” she panted.
“Greedy.” He obliged and she arched, the crease in her ass sliding over his cock, working his shaft in a tight clench.
His fingers were soon covered in her natural lube. He got the best reaction when keeping the pressure right on the rough patch a few inches into her pussy. When he pressed the top of her pubic bone with the heel of his hand, it became more exposed.
“Oh God, oh my God,” she groaned. Shudders rolled through her with growing intensity.
He switched over from the light pressure on her clit, drawing back the hood and giving a few quick taps as he pressed harder to her G-spot.
Her head fell back and he leaned in over one shoulder and kissed her hard, let her scream into his mouth, holding up her weight as she collapsed against him. The force of her orgasm broke over his fingers, milking them in waves.
Her lips parted, her eyes glazed. “I’ve never come that hard in my life.”
“That’s going to be a short-lived record.” He spun her around, grabbed one of her legs and propped it on the edge of the tub.
If he wasn’t in her in another second, he’d lose his damn mind.
“Look down,” he ordered. “I want you to watch me take you. There’s going to be no doubt who’s making you feel so good.”
“Tor...”
“That’s right.” He pressed the head of his cock against her. “When you’re screaming again, it’s going to be my name.”
“Okay.”
“Promise?”
“Pinky promise. I’ll watch. I’ll scream. But... will you?” Her eyes dared him.
It was a tight fit. She was still clenched from her recent orgasm and he wasn’t a small guy. He took his time, rocking his hips in short micropulses.
And she was a woman of her word. What he didn’t expect was how watching her slowly become undone would slay him.
“You’re so beautiful,” he said.
Her eyes shone. “You’re the first person to make me believe it.”
He tilted up her chin—what he had to say was important and she needed to hear that truth to the marrow of her bones. “This confirms my long-held suspicion.” His tone was grave. “The world is mostly made up of idiots.” He leaned in and kissed the tip of her nose. “But all the better for me.”
He began to move, dissolving into her skin, his hands memorizing the topography of her body as if to mark the path—he was lost. Lost in her. In this slow, sucking grind. The slap of their bellies wasn’t subtle. It was the bass note to the song they were writing. Her soft cries, the chorus.
It was hard to keep the rhythm steady. The control he had cared about was gone. He wasn’t going to dominate her. The idea was a joke. Because the truth was he could never possess her without losing a part of himself. And he was willing to make the devil’s bargain.
His finger dug into the underside of her thigh. He gripped her roughly, trying to keep them balanced while getting them both where they needed to go.
His whole world was wet heat. The shower spray. Neve’s pussy. His stomach flexed as the need bore down. He’d never forgotten how good it felt to be in a woman. Maybe that was why he’d resisted for so long. It was his punishment for failing in his marriage.
But Neve already knew he wasn’t perfect. Hell. She’d seen him surly and snappish. Cold and calculating. And for some unfathomable reason, she was still here. Maybe she’d hate him again tomorrow. But he sure as hell wasn’t ever going to let her regret today.
And close as he was—his sac heavy and tight—he wasn’t coming without her. He stepped back. Nearly groaning when his cock slipped free. Before she could ask him a word, he flicked off the shower.
“Come here,” he ordered, stepping out of the tub. He grabbed a large plush bath towel, threw it open and sat on the floor. “Get on top.”
She looked at him, sex dazed and pleasure drunk. When she crawled onto him, draping her thighs on either side of his, he fastened his lips to her throat as she slid down, enveloping him. “Ride me rough, Angel.”
Her sex clenched as her eyes glittered. No tears this time. Just hot determination.
