My tongue swept over her clit. I adored that pretty little pearl and the fun we had together. "It's yours," I said honestly.
"Oh," she replied, the word a quiet sigh. "Oh."
I urged April closer, and she settled in my lap without hesitation. "You won't be needing this," I said, tugging on her t-shirt. It was loose and off-the-shoulder, and while it was cute as fuck, I wanted it in a pile on the floor. "Or any of the witchcraft you have on underneath."
"Only if you join me," she said, hooking her finger around the neck of my shirt.
I yanked it over my head and pitched it toward the opposite side of the room. "Your move, honey," I said.
All three of her layers—t-shirt, camisole, and bra—followed suit, and I was left groaning at the sight of her skin. My hands latched onto her backside and I jerked her up to her knees. It was the picture of indecency, her center poised over my mouth and her hips undulating with every lash of my tongue.
"Too much, too much, too much," she cried, her nails scoring my shoulders.
I slowed to a lazy circle of the tongue over her clit, gradually building up to more, faster, harder. She required peaks and valleys before finding her release, and learning her terrain was no hardship. Her thighs were shaking as I sucked her clit without relent. "Such a good girl," I rasped.
It wasn't long before April slumped against my chest, her breath fast and her heart hammering. "I need a minute," she panted.
My cock was an iron spike under my belt, and I was feeling selfish, but I wasn't making another move until April was good and ready for me. She'd earned another minute or two to come back down.
"Was that okay?" I asked.
"You're gonna break me," she whispered, her words cracking on a sob.
"Only if you want me to break you," I replied, peppering her forehead and cheeks with light kisses. "I promise I'll always put you back together, honey."
Bobbing her head, April reached for my belt with trembling fingers. "Always?" she asked. "No matter what?"
"Always," I vowed, growling when her fingers curled around my cock.
There was a blur of movement as we pushed my shorts and boxers to the floor. I sheathed myself, and then April was sinking down on my length.
"I want to break you. I do," I said. "Take you apart and then put you back together as mine."
"Jordan," she said. It was equal parts plea and scolding.
"How do you want it to be, April?" I asked, slamming her down and rocking her body the way I needed it. "You want it like this? Hard, rough? A little dangerous? Can you trust me to do that, and still take care of you?"
I didn't allow her a moment to respond, instead crushing my mouth against hers. My hold on her hips was punishing as I moved harder with each thrust. She fisted my hair, meeting me at every turn. My awareness of everything beyond April and the way her heat held my cock drifted away. This apartment, this town, the entire world outside of our bodies ceased to exist, and with it went my shades of gray. In their place were absolutes, and for once, I was willing to choose a side.
I wanted to love this woman, and I wanted her to let me.
