His voice was so strained, but he didn't lay there and take it. He moved, touching her everywhere. Her breasts, her belly, running under the edge of her panties. Finally, Morgan couldn't take it anymore. Sitting up, she ripped her bra off and struggled out of her thong.
“I need to feel all of you against me,” she told him.
Instead of answering, he yanked his boxers off and pressed his mouth to one of her tattoos. Arching her back, she filled his mouth with her breast. The swirls and angles of her ink had never been such a turn on before, not until Ryder took it upon himself to lick and kiss each dot and line. By the time he moved to kiss her thigh ink, she thought she would come from that alone.
“Oh please. Please, god, Ryder!”
“What do you want, Morgan?” He kissed her mouth, letting his tongue tangle with hers.
There was nothing articulate in her brain, so she grabbed his waist and tugged him on top of her. “Please.”
“You’re sure?”
Nodding, she wrapped her legs around him and pulled him to her entrance. His cock was leaking; it was a gorgeous sight. She needed it more than she needed her next breath.
“Please, fuck me, Ryder.”
Tentatively, he pressed against her. She wasn't sure if he was afraid of hurting her, or if he was afraid of blowing his load too soon. Either way, she bit her lip to keep from urging him on. He deserved to go at his own pace. Feeling the head pressing inside her, she tried to even her breathing. Finally, he pushed in fully, and her pussy nearly wept.
“Morgan, I—” Breaking off, he looked down at her.
Love radiated from his face. Beaming, she tilted up to kiss him quickly. “I love you, baby.”
“I love you, too.”
The feeling of him on top of her, knowing she’d given all control over to him, released a torrent of emotions inside her. Before she knew it, she was crying beneath him.
“Did I hurt you?”
“No.” She was quick to reassure him. “No, I promise. It’s overwhelming.”
Slowly, very slowly, he moved his hips. She met his rhythm, trying to match his pace. Soon, he was thrusting faster, and she was reeling from the way he filled her so perfectly.
Knowing he had no clue about making her come, she touched herself. She’d show him later, but for the time being, watching his face above her was all she needed. Working her thumb over her clit as he rocked inside her sent her spiraling into bliss. Shaking, she held onto his shoulders as she called his name. He came inside her with a string of curses, completing them both.
“Fuck.” Arms trembling, Ryder moved to rest beside her.
“I agree.” Needing his warmth, Morgan curled against his side.
He brushed her hair from her face. “You promise I didn’t hurt you?”
“I promise.” She paused, trying to gather her thoughts. “I’ve never allowed a man to be on top.”
He seemed to take a second to process what she’d said. “Because . . . yeah, I get that. Why me?”
“I needed to let you. I wanted to give up my stranglehold on control, but only to you. You won’t crush it; you’ll care for it.”
He squeezed her closer. “You honor me.”
“You’re my home now. I belong with you.”
“That’s the greatest thing anyone has ever said to me.” Ryder kissed her forehead. “And we’re going to do that again as soon as I catch my breath.”
Morgan laughed. What else could she do but bask in the rightness of her choice?
