Sex with her always rocked his world.
ALWAYS.
As she gasped, he used that piercing to torment her further, and it did what he wanted.
She teetered.
Only, he wasn’t giving up.
He feasted.
He devoured.
Caspian hurried it along, but made sure to give her the maximum pleasure.
When he drove her up, and toward the edge, he knew she wouldn’t be able to hold on for long.
That was when she shattered apart, his name on her lips.
The shout of release was music to his ears.
When she opened her eyes, he wanted one thing.
“Ride me.”
Oh, well, she wasn’t saying no to that. It wasn’t like she’d lost her mind. His dick in her body was the best way to say goodbye for a couple of days while he was away working.
When he rolled, she straddled his body.
“Come on, Rayna. I need you.”
Oh, well, she needed him, too.
When she slid down his dick, his body nearly betrayed him. It was a tight fit, and it felt so goddamn good to have his dick buried in her.
“That also never gets old,” he muttered as his eyes went blurry in pleasure.
As she tightened down on him, just to tease him, he moaned in pleasure.
Yeah, it was time.
Rayna wanted him in the worst way.
When Caspian sat up, he wrapped his arms around her so that they were chest-to-chest for this ride.
He loved staring into her eyes.
Sue him.
As she rode him, they were both breathing heavily from the pleasure, not the exertion. Coming together like this, they were mouth-to-mouth, and it was so difficult not to lose control quickly.
Caspian was fighting for his life.
This woman could ride roughshod over him, and on him, any time she wanted.
For sure.
This was taking all of his control, and he was infinitely grateful for yoga.
