My hand slides down her body and I wrap my arm under her, flipping us so she’s on top before she even realizes. She gasps, hands landing on my chest to steady herself. Her hair falls around her face like a damn halo that has no business looking that sexy.
“Ride me,” I say, low and rough.
Her eyes go wide. “What?”
“You heard me.” I grip her hips, guiding her down till I’m buried deep again. We both moan like we’re dying. “Show me how you take what’s yours.”
She moves slow at first, testing, adjusting, finding the rhythm. And holy hell. The view. Her tits bouncing. Her lips parted. The sound of her breathing getting faster. I could die happy right here.
“Just like that,” I groan, fingers tightening on her hips. “Fuck. Yes.”
She leans forward, bracing her hands on my chest, grinding down in slow circles that make my vision go fuzzy at the edges. I grip her ass and help her move faster, chasing that high right along with her.
“You feel so good,” she breathes, almost shocked.
I laugh, breathless. “You’re telling me? I’m losing it here.”
Her pace gets frantic. Her thighs tremble. She’s right there again. I sit up and wrap an arm around her, chest to chest, slamming up into her with each drop of her hips.
Her forehead presses to mine. Her eyes squeeze shut. She’s gone.
“Come,” I whisper, kissing her hard. “Give it to me.”
She does. Loud. Beautiful. Unfiltered. She comes so hard she forgets how to breathe and I hold her tight, riding out every wave.
I’m right behind her, already cursing under my breath, trying not to finish because I need this to last forever. But she squeezes around me like she knows exactly what she’s doing and I lose the damn battle.
I bury myself deep and come hard, groaning against her neck, clutching her like she could vanish if I don’t hold on.
We stay there, tangled and shaking, trying to remember how bones work.
She pulls back just enough to meet my eyes. Her lips are swollen. Her smile is slow and wicked.
“So.” She pants, breath tickling my mouth. “You finally lost control.”
I laugh, low and ruined. “Yeah,” I admit. “And I’m not getting it back any time soon.”
We’re both still shaking when I finally force myself to move. As much as I love being inside her, I’m not stupid. I ease out slowly and she lets out this soft little sound that hits me harder than any scream did.
“Easy,” I murmur, stroking my hands down her thighs as I settle her against me. I pull her closer, tucking her against me like she fits there. My hand drifts up her back, lazy and protective, and she melts into it, cheek pressed to my chest while I cradle her like she’s mine. Because she is.
She sinks against me, head on my chest, like she was built to fit right there. My hand skates up and down her back slowly, claiming every inch of her skin like it’s mine now. Because it is.
She brushes her lips along my throat, lazy and sweet. My breathing stutters even though we just had each other in every way. I wrap my arm tighter around her, palm spreading over the middle of her back like I’m shielding her from the whole damn world.
“You okay?” she asks, voice soft as a secret.
“Better than okay.” I kiss the top of her head and feel her smile against my neck. “You’re staying here tonight.” Not a question. Not a hint of doubt. Just a fact.
She looks up with wide eyes like I surprised her. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.” My thumb strokes her cheek. “You think I’m letting you out of this bed after that? Good luck.”
Her smile goes wicked and adorable all at once. “Possessive much?”
“Of you?” I nod without shame. “Absolutely.”
She shifts her leg over my hip again like she’s testing how much she can get away with. I groan because she already knows the answer. I’m hers. Completely.
