She releases me with one last swirl of her tongue. “Good. I want you desperately.”
“Mission accomplished.”
She sits up and reaches behind her back to unhook her bra. It falls away, and I drink in the sight of her bare breasts, her nipples already peaked. Then she hooks her thumbs in her panties and slides them down her legs, tossing them somewhere behind her.
“Better?” she asks.
“Much.”
She straddles me again, and this time there’s nothing between us. I can feel how wet she is against my cock as she rocks her hips, coating me in her arousal.
“Tell me what you want,” she demands.
“You. All of you. Right now.”
“That’s not specific enough.”
I grab her hips and hold her still. “I want you to ride me. I want to watch you take what you need from me. I want to feel you come apart on my cock.”
“Better.” She lifts up onto her knees and positions me at her entrance. “Much better.”
She sinks down slowly, taking me inch by inch. I watch her face as she adjusts to the stretch, the way she bites her lip and lets out a shaky breath. When she’s fully seated, she stays still for a moment, and I can feel her clenching around me.
“God,” she breathes. “I’ll never get tired of this.”
“Good. Because I plan to do this for the rest of our lives.”
She starts to move, rolling her hips in a rhythm that makes my eyes roll back. I keep my hands on her hips but let her set the pace, content to watch as she chases her pleasure. She’s so beautiful like this. Powerful. Completely in control.
“Touch me,” she demands.
I slide my hands up her thighs, over her hips, along the curve of her waist. When I reach her breasts, I cup them both and roll her nipples between my fingers. She arches into my touch, and her pace falters.
“Don’t stop,” I tell her. “Keep moving.”
She obeys and picks up the rhythm again. But her movements grow more erratic now, less controlled. I can tell she’s getting close by the way she bites her lip, the way her thighs tremble against my sides.
I slide one hand down between us and find where we’re joined. When I press my thumb against her clit, she gasps.
“Menlow—”
“Let go.” I circle the sensitive bundle of nerves, matching the pace of her movements. “I’ve got you.”
She braces both hands on my chest and grinds down harder, chasing the sensation. Her nails dig into my skin. Her breath comes in ragged gasps. And then she’s there, her whole body shuddering as the orgasm crashes through her. She cries out my name, and her walls clamp down on me like a vice. It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever witnessed.
Before she can recover, I flip us over.
She lands on her back with a surprised laugh, but the laughter dies when I thrust into her. I set a punishing pace, driven by weeks of stress and fear and finally, finally having her safe in my arms where she belongs. She wraps her legs around my waist and pulls me deeper, meeting every thrust with one of her own.
“Mine,” I growl against her throat. “You’re mine, Kirsten.”
“Yours,” she agrees breathlessly. “Always yours.”
I hook her leg over my hip and change the angle so I can hit that spot inside her that makes her see stars. She moans and rakes her nails down my back, pulling me closer. We move together, building toward a peak that I can feel approaching with every stroke.
“Come with me,” I demand. “One more time.”
She reaches down between us and touches herself, rubbing frantic circles around her clit. Within seconds, she’s tightening around me again, and the sensation drags me over the edge with her. I bury myself deep and spill inside her with a groan that feels like it comes from my soul.
