She doesn’t deny it.
Her fingers grip the sheets, anticipation vibrating through her body. I slide one hand up her spine and press her lower against the mattress, holding her there, firm and unyielding.
“Stay,” I command.
The word lands heavy between us.
She shivers.
I trail my mouth down her back, slower than she wants, deliberately building the tension until she shifts impatiently beneath me.
“Wilder,” she breathes.
I tighten my grip just slightly.
“Say it,” I tell her.
She turns her head, eyes blazing. “Don’t stop.”
That’s all I need.
I move over her with intention, control threading through every touch. My hands explore her like I own the right to, but I don’t rush it. Rough doesn’t mean careless. It means deliberate. It means knowing exactly how much she can take and giving her just a little more.
I slam into her, stretching her just right as her pussy squeezes me tightly.
I don’t slow my pace. I couldn’t if I tried.
My fingers sink into her hips as I pound into her, pushing both of us toward a release we are in desperate need of.
“Watching my dick slam into your wet pussy is so fucking hot,” I hiss.
“Fuck,” she cries out, loving when I talk to her like that.
I keep one hand tightly on her hip, while I reach up with the other and grab her hair, pulling her head back.
Her moans get louder, less restrained. She presses back against me, matching my rhythm, pushing me closer to the edge of losing control.
“That’s it, Amelia, keep moving your sexy body with mine.”
I pull her up suddenly, bringing her back against my chest, one arm wrapping around her, holding her steady.
“You feel that?” I whisper against her ear. “That’s what you do to me.”
She arches harder, breath stuttering.
The room fills with the sound of skin, breath, and the quiet authority in my voice guiding her through every movement.
When she tries to take over, I flip us without warning, pinning her wrists gently above her head. Not to overpower her, but to remind her.
“You trust me?” I ask, voice low.
Her answer is immediate. “Yes.”
That word hits deeper than anything else.
I lean down and kiss her harder this time. Claiming, consuming. My body pressing into hers with no space left between us.
She isn’t fragile.
