I lean down, brushing my mouth against hers, slower now.
“You’re not done,” I murmur.
She lets out a soft, shaky laugh.
“Neither are you.”
“No?” I grin.
“Logan,” she whispers. “Can I go on top?”
I almost have to smile. It’s so utterly sexy, so overwhelmingly cute how she’s being all polite right now.
“Cass, I’ll give you anything you want. You just have to tell me.”
I shift, guiding her with me, rolling us over to the side and then spinning around onto my back so she’s on top of me.
“Ride me, baby,” I grit out.
“Mmm. Okay.”
This time, she’s the one moving while I brace my hands against the headboard.
She sets the pace, moving her hips up and down my length and matching her breath.
“Fuck,” she groans. “So good.”
Her hands fall against my chest, her hair spilling forward as she looks down at me, something different in her expression now.
“Careful,” I say, a faint grin tugging at my mouth. “You might not be able to handle this.”
She smiles. “Pretty sure I can.”
The way she moves after that is less rushed, and it’s enough to make me forget everything else again.
She just rides me, taking her time, and I spiral into ecstasy.
“Cass…” I exhale, my hands sliding along her hips, steadying her, even as I’m the one losing control this time.
She leans down closer, her voice low near my ear.
“Still want my eyes on you?” she whispers.
I let out a breath that’s half a laugh, half something else entirely.
“Yeah,” I say, my voice lower now. “Always.”
She doesn’t look away.
Not this time.
Her gaze locks on mine as she keeps moving, slower now, and intentional. Like she knows exactly what she’s doing, and she’s figuring me out.
The minutes pass, and we’re locked in on each other, in the throes of pleasure. We’re in no hurry. She’s so damn beautiful it’s killing me softly.
“Oh. Oh. Mmm,” she whimpers.
“Coming again?”
