The pressure builds so quickly that it’s embarrassing. Especially as Decker watches my face the whole time, drinking in every sound and every tremor. It’s the only time I can remember ever feeling worshipped.
He fucks me like he means it. Like he wants to ruin every other man for me. And I’m pretty damn sure he has.
When I come, it’s earth-shattering. I clamp down on him, nails raking down his biceps, the pleasure so bright I almost black out.
“Decker!” I scream out, my back arching off the bed.
“Yes, baby,” he says, his voice husky as he nibbles my earlobe. “Scream my name. Fuck, your pussy’s tight.”
I pant, and I almost feel high. Euphoric, I think, is the right term. Which is the only reason I can fathom that I blurt out, “I love you.”
His entire body stills as he looks at me, that cocky grin appearing. “Say it again.”
“I love you. I’ve loved you since the day I met you, Decker. I always thought you were the hottest guy I ever knew.”
“I love you, baby,” he says, the grin turning into a beaming smile. “God, that feels good to say. You’re the only person I’ve ever said it to.”
“Really?”
Chuckling, he flips us over and feels me up as I ride him. “Who would I have said it to?”
He hasn’t had many girlfriends before, I suppose. “Some guys say it to get girls into bed.”
“I’ve never had to workthathard.”
“I’m really the first?”
“First and only.”
Decker’s hands are on my hips, guiding and steadying me, but I set the pace now. I grind down, and the angle is perfect. His cock hits deep, the piercing rubbing exactly where I want it. Leaning forward, my hair falls in his face, but his eyes are locked on my breasts as they bounce while I ride him.
He’s losing it underneath me, and I wonder if he’s ever been like this with any of the other women he’s bedded.
“God, Holly, you’re—”
There’s a confidence that comes from making a man forget how to speak as you fuck him. Especially a man as experienced as Decker Thomas. This should be second nature to him. Like walking and chewing gum.
I need to hear him come. I need to feel it. I need all of him. Turning around, I ride him while holding onto his ankles.
This new position is filthy, decadent, and I can feel every inch of him inside me as my pussy tightens around him at this angle. His hands grab onto my ass, his strong fingers kneading as I pick up the pace.
“Holly,” he groans, his fingers digging in harder as his thighs begin to tense. “Baby, come again. I don’t want to come without you.”
His voice comes out strangled, and I love that I have this kind of effect on him. He begins to assert control, thrusting up into me, and I let him. I let him do what he needs because I know it’ll feel amazing.
I gasp as the orgasm sneaks up on me. One minute, I’m loving the feeling of him, and the next, I’m screaming out his name, clenching around him as my vision turns a blinding white.
“Holly,” he grits out, his body lifting off the bed as he fills me.
Stopping, I give myself a few moments to catch my breath before climbing off him. He grabs my waist and pulls me to lie with him, our bodies fitting perfectly with each other.
“That came faster than it normally does. I think I’m out of practice.”
“That’s okay,” I say with a smile.
“I’ll get better. Promise.”
Kissing his neck, I smile against his skin. “You’re still really good.”
