“Nova.”
“No. I’m the boss, remember?”
His hands clenched her hips harder when she brought her hips down and ground her body against him.
“This isn’t fair,” he said. “I don’t torture you like this.”
She leaned over, placing her palms on his chest. “You don’t?” She lifted up and slammed back down, tearing a groan from his throat. “Like having me hold onto a headboard so I can’t touch you or do anything but take what you give me? That’s not torture.”
He didn’t answer because he couldn’t. She picked up the pace as she spoke and, suddenly, Torin was on the edge. She leaned over him more, gripped the headboard above his head for leverage, and putting her breasts right in his face.
Torin sucked one of her nipples into his mouth, his hand going to the other to give it a sharp tug. Nova made a sound deep in her throat and her pussy tightened around his dick.
He released her breast and reached between them, pinching her clit instead of her nipple. Then, he circled it with his thumb the way he knew would set her off.
Moments later, she reared back, her body trembling as the orgasm overwhelmed her.
Torin gripped her hips and rolled them so that he was on top, thrusting into her hard, almost brutal.
Her legs clamped around his waist as her back arched and she cried out.
It was over then. The orgasm hit him like a freight train, all but destroying him.
He put his hands on the bed on either side of her body as he panted. His heart hammered in his chest.
“You okay?” Nova asked, her voice faint.
He was still inside her and could feel the faint tremors that moved through her body. She called them aftershocks.
“Hell, yeah,” he answered.
She smiled up at him. “I like being the boss,” she said. “I want to do it more often.”
“Shit, you’re gonna kill me.”
She laughed as he slowly pulled out of her body and went into the bathroom to grab a washcloth. He cleaned himself up and then came back into the bedroom to clean her. Once he was done, he tossed the washcloth in the bathroom hamper and returned to the bed.
Nova still hadn’t moved other than to roll over onto her side, facing him when he got into bed.
He climbed in next to her and tugged the sheet up to their waists. With the fan going, it was getting cool in his room.
He reached out and pulled her closer but left enough distance between them so that he could see her face.
Her fingers rested on his collarbone, stroking outward toward his shoulder in a sweeping, rhythmic motion. Nova did things like that when she touched him, as if she was marveling at the shape and texture of his body.
He understood the urge because he often had it himself. Like right now, with his fingers sifting through her hair. The strands were so soft and slippery.
“You realize that you’re stuck with me now, right?” he asked.
She looked up from where her fingers were now stroking his chest. “Stuck with you?”
He smirked at her. “You admitted you loved me, which means you’re mine.”
“I’m yours?” Her light brown eyes heated, just a bit. “Like the last piece of candy in the bowl?”
“Hell, yeah. I licked you so you’re mine.”
She laughed. “Well, I licked you, too, so does that make you mine?”
