Her nails were leaving marks on his scalp, her body coming undone in a way he told himself only he could give her.
And not until her hands dropped away did he stop.
Did he lean back and look at her closed eyes, parted lips, and tumbled hair on the pillow? Hell, yes!
He’d done exactly what he’d wanted.
She was a jumbled puddle of satisfaction.
It was a solid minute before she opened her eyes and looked around the room. He’d been watching her come down from the high.
Her sexy little sighs escaping, her shoulders letting go of a few more twitches.
“What’s going on?” she asked.
“Just watching you,” he said.
She sat up quickly and looked around for her pants. “Why?”
“Don’t be embarrassed,” he said. “You have no idea how sexy it is to see such a strong woman open up and lose all control.”
She narrowed her eyes some. “Are you making fun of me?”
“No,” he said seriously. “Stating a fact.”
She pulled her shirt over her head. “I’m self-conscious half-dressed. More so with you fully dressed.”
“I can fix that,” he said, standing up and lifting his shirt, then dropping his jeans with his underwear.
He opened a drawer next to the bed and pulled out a condom, but she yanked it out of his hand.
“Get on your back.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
She opened the condom, covered his pulsing cock, crawled on top of him and sank down fast.
A moan escaped with ease. Everything with her was easy.
Watching her glide up and down on him not so much.
His eyes were locked on her tits following her motions.
“Touch them,” she said. “You want to.”
“Natalie Bond,” he said, humor filling the room. “Are you letting go?”
“There’s not much left when it comes to you. Do it,” she said. “Or are you going to make me get more aggressive?”
He’d like to see that. Another time for sure.
His thumbs landed on her nipples, his hands cupping her breasts and keeping them in place.
She was riding him hard, and she was riding him fast.
“Get yourself there again, but do it fast.”
“What’s the matter?” she asked. “Don’t have much control?”
