I straddle his hips, the sheet sliding away as I move.His hands come to my waist instinctively, gripping me like he’s anchoring himself.I reach down between us, stroke him through his boxers, just once, firm, and he shudders.
“Enya,” he groans.A warning.A plea.
But I’ve wanted this.Needed this.
I tug his waistband down, freeing him, and his cock springs up thick and hot against my palm.My mouth waters.I lean down and kiss him again, this time with no restraint, open, deep, wet.His fingers flex hard into my hips.
“Let me,” I whisper into his mouth.
He nods, and I shift down, trailing my tongue along his chest, his ribs, over the line of muscle just above his cock.I wrap my fingers around the base and take the head into my mouth, slow and steady.His whole body arches.I feel his hands fist in the sheets.
“Fuck,” he rasps, voice tight.
I hollow my cheeks, work him deeper, let my tongue swirl around the thick ridge just beneath the crown.His breath is ragged now.I can hear the restraint in him, how badly he wants to thrust up, to fuck my mouth.
When I pull back, a string of saliva connects us.His cock twitches in the air, wet with my spit.
“Condom?”I murmur.
“Wallet.”
I grab one, tear it open, and slide it down his length.My hands are shaking—not from fear.From want.
I climb back over him, guiding him to my entrance.I’m already soaked.The head of his cock nudges me open, and I sink down slow, letting him fill me inch by inch.
“Ahhh, fuck,” I gasp.The stretch is intense, grounding.Perfect.
His hands grip my thighs.“Jesus, Enya...”
I ride him slow at first, savoring every inch.The feel of him inside me, the way he pulses deep.I lean forward, bracing my hands on his chest, my hair falling in a curtain around our faces.
He thrusts up into me, sharp and deep.I cry out, and he does it again.
Slap, slap, slap.
The sound of skin on skin, wet and fast.His cock drags against every sweet spot inside me.I’m clenching around him, so close, too fast.
“Look at me,” he growls.
I do.
His eyes are burning.Mine must be too.
“I’m not going anywhere,” he says hoarsely.“You get that?”
I nod.“I know.I know.”
“Say it.”
“You’re not going anywhere.”
“Again.”
“You’re mine,” I whisper.“And I’m yours.”
That breaks something in him.He flips us, thrusting hard now, relentless.I wrap my legs around his back, pull him deeper.
“Fuuuuck!”I cry out, clinging to him, nails digging into his shoulders.He groans into my neck, muffling the noise.
