I capture her mouth again, fighting the urge to devour, to dominate her.
We are going slow. I swear.
But my hips roll against hers experimentally and she gasps, her fingers biting into me. The friction is incredible—too much, but just a tease of what will come.
“God,” I growl against her lips, grinding down again. “You do something wicked to me, sweetheart. But I'm going to take my time with you. This is too good to rush.”
“I'm so desperate,” she whispers, tone husky as she explores my body with bolder and bolder touches.
“Feels. Good. Keep touching me,” I choke out, seeking her lips with mine.
She opens for my tongue, letting me tease her, taste her in a slow, searching kiss.
There is utter trust in her eyes when I break away.
It's the best feeling in the world. Her believing I'll take care of her.”
“When I do take you, angel, I'm going to make you come with my mouth first, my fingers deep, hitting that place we found today. I'm going to learn exactly what makes you shake.”
She whimpers, her fingers climbing up to my shoulders. “I don't know if I can wait...”
“You will,” I say huskily, gliding my tongue along the pulse in her neck. The urge to bite and mark her comes from nowhere.
“Who knew you were such a cruel man, Spence.” Her head tilts back giving me more access.
Grazing her with my teeth, I grind my aching shaft against her. “See what you did? I've been like this for weeks, Liberty. Fucking weeks.”
“I know. I've been the same.”
God. That feels good. Deep inside me, I needed that confirmation she's been as obsessed as I have.
“Then another night or two,” I say, “is worth the wait. You'll be dying for it by the time I slide inside you. But I won't go fast, Liberty, I'm going to take you so slow. Worship you like you deserve.”
She sucks at my lip, making my entire body shudder.
We're breathing hard, my length caught between us, aching, hot with the need to be inside her. It's dangerous, but I take her mouth with a deeper kiss, gripping her hair with one hand, tipping her face up so I can dominate her.
Careful.
You're getting close to the edge...
“Fuck,” I rasp, pulling away.
She's trembling beneath me, her breathing ragged, and I can feel how ready she is even through our clothes. It would be so easy to keep going, to give us both what we're desperate for.
“Not tonight.”
This is about showing her this means something. That I can want her this badly and still put her first.
With a monumental effort, I move back, rolling us both so she's on her side facing away from me. I tuck her against my chest, one arm banded around her waist, pulling her flush against me.
“Spence—” she protests, voice confused and breathless.
“Sleep, beautiful',” I murmur into her hair, holding her tight. “We've got all the time in the world.”
“But you're so hard—” She shifts her hips back against me, and I bite back a groan. She can definitely feel exactly how ready I am.
“It's all good.” I press a kiss to her shoulder. “You're worth the wait. Going slow is about us getting this right.”
