“Yeah…Good girl,” I say gruffly.
She falls over me, staying close. “I’m close.”
“No.” My hands skim up to her waist and tighten to the point of bruising. “Fuck, Natalia…”
“I’m gonna come, Rowan,” she whines, my hands restricting her movement and slowing her down, killing her momentum. “Rowan.I want to come.”
God, she’s fucking whining—crying out for her pleasureand hell if it doesn’t somehow make me harder, bringing me closer to release.
“You come when I tell you to come, sweetheart.” I spank her ass as she bounces harder and faster. “Wait for me,” I pant as I slow her down.
“Rowan…”
Fuck, Natalia is the most gorgeous girl I’ve ever seen, and like this? She’s just as gorgeous. Face flushed, her mouth in a frozenO, her body pressed into mine, me inside of her, and entirely mine.
Mine.Jesus fuck, I want her to be mine so badly. And not just like this.
“Rowan,” she gasps, her hips rolling faster and more frantic.
“Fuck, sweetheart, slow down,” I groan, my hands tightening around her waist and fingers burrowing into her soft skin. “Not yet.”
Natalia releases a growl of frustration, working hard against the constraint of my hands on her hips. “I’m gonna kill you.”
“I’d like to see you try.”
With my hands, I move her up and down, coaxing soft gasps from her. And with each down movement of hers, I meet her with my own hard, upward thrusts. I try to keep the match from burning in my lower back, but everything coils tighter and tighter. Natalia drops herself down hard, her fingers pulling at my hair to the point of pain but I bury my face in her tits, lapping around her nipples with my tongue.
“Yes,” she hisses, arching her back as she rolls her hips. “Please, Rowan.”
I release her hips. “Go ahead, sweetheart. Come around my cock while I come inside you.”
Natalia whimpers and my hands run up her smooth skin. I cup her breasts as her hips work, holding them to my mouth for me to admire and appreciate. “Rowan…”
Her pussy clenches around me in a pulsing, vise-like grip, and she doesn’t stop until she trembles above me and my balls tighten. Then I’m going, falling so hard into the deep end of the pleasure she pushes me under—drowning so willingly for her.
She’s going to kill me—she meant it. She’s already doing it, little by little. Every day, every time I look at her…wanting her and not having her.
But for now, we fall together in an abyss of pleasure, and I lose myself in the labyrinth that she is, willing to spend years in it until I find the way to the treasure protected behind her ribs.
“Rowan,” she pants, her chest squished against mine as we catch our breaths. Our chests rise and fall, rhythmically and unsteadily.
This moment won’t last, though, so I take what I can get while I can still have my hands on hers. I take advantage of it when she drops her forehead to my shoulder to rest and run my hands over her body, up and down the valley of her hips—rounding my hands around her ribcage, at the punch of her waist, and the flare of her hips. I hold her ass in my hands, gently molding my hands to the round, bubble shape of it. Her back—my fingers count the discs of her spine, feeling the smooth skin under my rough palms. My hands come back down her sides, over the swell of her backside, and down her thighs.
I feel everywhere I can reach, drawing a map andmemorizing the lines of her body in hopes that I can keep these sketches locked away for myself. Hoping that, even with my eyes closed, I’d know her.
Never mind, that’s a lie. I’d know her regardless. I’ve had her memorized for as long as I can remember. This is just for me. To solidify what I already know.
I repeat the motions again and again, a consistent pattern as she rests against me.
“I’m exhausted,” Natalia finally whispers.
Then it happens.Poof.The moment is gone.
She sits up, her naked body coated in a thin layer of sweat and her hair frizzed, putting her hands on my pecs. “Sorry.”
“For what?” I rasp.
“Just...resting.”
