“Indy.” She wiggles her hips against mine. “I’m fine. I promise.”
And then.
She leans her mouth close to my ear and says, “I want to know how it feels when you’re in control. When…” Her voice dips. “When you take me.”
“Is that what you want?” My voice is rough. Hungry. “For me to take control?”
“Yes.” Bea’s breath feathers across my cheek. “I would really, really like that.”
Well.
If that’s what Bea wants.
How can I say no?
So I give her just what she asked for.
I hold her wrists with one hand, pinning them above her head.
I drape her legs over my shoulders, spreading her wide.
Andshit, is she gorgeous.
All of her.
Just before we join, I allow myself a moment to absorb everything.
The softness of Bea’s skin. The sheen of her golden hair spilling across the bed. Her heavy-lidded eyes turned the color of sapphires. Her perfect nipples jutting towards me.
And the way she smiles at me.
LikeI’mmaking her happy.
Always, a voice in my head silently vows.Making Bea happy comes above everything else.
And with that thought spinning through my mind, I sink into her.
Slowly. Carefully. Completely.
One exquisite inch at a time, until we’re not two, but one.
And just like Bea said, it’s perfect.
All of it.
I take control, like Bea wanted me to. But she doesn’t just lay back as a passive observer. No. She kisses my mouth and neck, sucking hard enough to leave marks. She arches her back when I take her nipple in my mouth. As I move inside her, she squeezes her inner walls around me.
Next time, I’ll last longer. But this time, it’s like a steam engine roaring up on me, its brakes a forgotten thing.
I won’t finish before Bea, though. No way.
So I lift her hips higher. I find her bud and pinch it lightly. Then I pull almost completely out before thrusting home again.
She cries out, a primal sound of pleasure.
I plunge deep again. And again. Faster and faster. All my willpower is concentrated on waiting until she finishes.
And when she does?
