Gods.
She's perfect. All soft curves and warm skin stretched out on my bed like some kind of offering. The late afternoon light streaming through the window catches on the faint sheen of arousal between her thighs, evidence that she wants this as much as I do.
My cock throbs against the confines of my trousers, demanding I do something about the gorgeous woman spread beneath me. But I force myself to slow down. To savor this.
I press kisses up the inside of her thigh, feeling her muscles quiver under my mouth. "I'm going to worship every inch of you."
"Later." Her voice is breathless. Urgent. "I need younow."
The desperate edge to her words makes me look up, meeting storm-gray eyes dark with want. She's propped on her elbows, watching me with an intensity that steals breath.
"Please." The whisper breaks on the word. "I need to feel you. Need to know this is real."
Fuck.
I surge up her body, capturing her mouth in a kiss that's all heat and claiming. She melts into it, arms wrapping around my neck to pull me closer. I settle more fully between her thighs, letting her feel the hard length of my cock pressing against her through my trousers.
She rocks against me with a whimper that shoots straight through my control.
Right. Need to get these clothes off before I come in my fucking pants like some untried boy.
I break the kiss long enough to strip my shirt over my head, not caring when fabric tears. Senna's hands immediately find my chest, fingers tracing the defined muscles like she's trying to memorize the shape of me through touch alone.
Her exploration pauses when she finds the scar across my ribs. The raised line of tissue from a life I don't talk about. She traces it gently, brow furrowing with unspoken questions.
"Old injury." I catch her hand, pressing a kiss to her palm. "Doesn't matter."
What matters is getting the rest of these clothes off. I make quick work of my boots and trousers, shoving them aside without ceremony. My cock springs free, hard and aching, and Senna's sharp inhale makes satisfaction curl through my chest.
She wants this. Wantsme.
Even with the bond sitting quiet, I can see it in her eyes. Feel it in the way her thighs part wider in invitation, in the flush spreading across her skin, in the rapid rise and fall of her chest.
I settle back over her, bracing on my forearms so I don't crush her. My hips align with hers and the feel of her slick heat against my bare cock makes us both groan.
"Lorenth." My name is a plea.
"I've got you." I press a kiss to her jaw. Her cheekbone. The corner of her mouth. "I'm always going to take care of you."
I should probably flip positions so I can set the pace. Control this so I don't hurt her. But before I can move, an idea strikes—one that makes heat coil tighter in my gut.
I roll, taking her with me until our positions reverse. Senna makes a startled sound as she ends up straddling my hips, thighs spread wide around me. Her hands brace on my chest for balance, storm-gray eyes going wide.
"What—"
"I want to see you ride me." My hands find her hips, fingers digging into soft flesh. "Want to watch you take your pleasure. See you in pure bliss."
Her breath catches. "I've never?—"
"I know." And fuck if that doesn't make this better. Knowing I'm the first person to ever let her have control. To give her the power to take what she needs instead of just enduring what's done to her. "You're in charge, Senna. Take whatever you want."
For a moment she just stares at me, like she can't quite believe this is real. That I'm actually giving her this. Then something shifts in her expression—uncertainty replaced by determination edged with heat.
She rocks forward experimentally.
The movement drags her slick pussy along the length of my cock and we both groan. Her hands splay wider on my chest,nails digging in slightly as she does it again. Slower this time, grinding down until I can feel how wet she is. How ready.
"Fuck." The word grinds out between clenched teeth. "That's it. Take what you need."
