“Wendy.”
“Hmm?” She does it again, causing me to grunt.
“I need to be inside you.”
She rises on her knees. I pull the lace to the side, and she sinks down onto me, inch by inch. She stops halfway, adjusting, waiting for her body to relax before taking more. When she has me all, she exhales against my mouth. We stay there for a few extra seconds without moving.
Eventually, she goes slow, starting with a rhythm that’s safe. It’s one we can enjoy that doesn’t involve rushing. Her fingers lace behind my neck, and her breasts brush against my chest. The pace is torturous, and she knows it. I grip the back of her thigh, needing more.
She speeds up enough to pull a groan out of me. My hands slide up her back, pull her down harder to meet my thrusts. Her desperate sighs and gasps fill the room. She’s enjoying every second of control she has over me. Fuck, I am too.
“Yes,” she breathes out. “Right there. More of that.”
I give her exactly what she needs until her head falls back. Her thighs tighten around me, and her breathing turns shallow.I wrap my arms around her back and roll her over until she’s lying underneath me. She gasps, her legs still locked around me. Brown hair spreads across the comforter, and those dark eyes lock on mine. Her swollen lips lift into a smile.
“What?” she whispers.
“Just admiring you.”
“Can you admire and fuck me at the same time?”
I laugh. “That I can do.”
I hook my fingers into the lace panties that I moved to the side and drag them down her legs. I push inside her, causing her back to lift off the mattress.
“Carter, please.”
I pull out and push back in slowly. She wraps her legs around me, heels digging into my ass. Every time she gets close, I slow down until her patience nearly snaps.
Luckily for her, my restraint breaks with it. I stop holding back. I pin her wrists above her head with one hand and fuck her until she’s screaming my name.
“Keep your eyes on me,” she says. “Stay with me.”
“I’m with you,” I mutter. My voice is wrecked.
Her back arches. She squeezes me tight as she comes apart, filling the penthouse with her gasps and groans. Every aftershock drags me closer to the edge. Wendy places her hands on my cheeks and pulls me down, kissing me. I bury my face in her neck and let go. She holds me through it.
I keep myself upright, wanting to say those three words again, regardless of if she never repeats them.
“I could get used to this,” she says first.
“The penthouse?”
“You buried deep inside me like I belong to you.” She tilts her head up and looks at me. “Being able to make noises is nice too.”
“You were never as quiet as you thought you were.” I press my lips to the top of her head.
She laughs, and when she swats my chest, I grab her hand and kiss it. We clean up, and I pull her into my arms.
Once our heart rates slow, she slides my button-up over herself and goes to find the food I ordered.
My phone vibrates on the nightstand. It’s Jameson.
“What’s up?” I answer.
“Care to explain what’s going on?” Jameson asks, but I hear a cockiness in his tone.
The silence draws on.
