He shifts carefully, one hand reaching back to tug the shirt over his head with a breath that slips through gritted teeth.
I plant my palms on his chest, pushing him back gently. His lips slant like he’s trying to smother a grimace with something cocky. He lets me guide him down, easing onto the bed.
‘Let me be in charge.’ I trace my fingers over his pecs. ‘You don’t always have to carry the whole damn world. I promise to be gentle.’ That last bit slips out on a smug grin.
‘No.’ His chest rumbles with a sound that’s half challenge, half surrender. ‘I want to watch you bounce on it, baby.’
He sinks fully back against the mattress, eyes locked on me, daring me to take the lead.
I reach for his waistband, working the button open, knuckles brushing the flat of his stomach. He lifts his hips with a wince, breath catching as I ease his jeans down. His briefs follow, and then he’s bare – swollen, proud, and so fucking beautiful it makes me dizzy.
Good lord. That’s a lot of cock.
And it’s all mine.
I barely get his clothes to the floor before he grips my waist and pulls me over him.
‘You’ve got me so fucking thick I can’t think. My cock’s aching, my heart’s fucking worse, and I still want you closer.’
I shift, soaked with want, sliding over him slowly. I’m making him wet so he gets in easier. He jerks beneath me, impossibly hard. Like the rest of him. Built to break me open and make me thank him for it.
‘Holy fuck! You gonna ride me? Or are you just trying to kill me?’
I can’t help the giggle that slips out. ‘You think I’mthatcruel?’
He grabs my tits with both hands like he’s staking a claim.
‘Charlie…’
‘Yeah?’
‘We good? I mean…you clean? On anything?’
I nod. ‘Implant. Got tested last month. All clear.’
His relief is almost palpable. ‘Same. Never bare.’ His gaze locks on mine, serious. ‘Never wanted to. Till now.’
Something melts and rushes at that confession, all at once, and I’m gone. I hook my fingers under his jaw, tipping his face to mine, and kiss him. ‘Don’t hold back.’
‘You want me to come inside you? Claim that pretty cunt?’
‘Yeah.’ I nip at his bottom lip. ‘I want to feel you. Nothing in the way. Nothing between us.’
‘Jesus suffering fuck.’ His head drops back. ‘You’re gonnadestroyme.’
‘Possibly,’ I whisper. ‘Let’s see who breaks first.’
He laughs out loud. I don’t think I’ve ever heard him laugh like that, and it sets my heart on fire.
I sink down on him slowly. He’s so big, so hard for me, and my body can’t decide whether to give up or whine for more. We both gasp at the connection – one shared, ragged sound – as if our bodies are the only ones brave enough to admit what this is. I brace my hands on his chest, fingers digging into solid muscle as I take him all the way, until I’m flush on his lap, and he’s deep enough to squeeze the breath from my lungs.
He’s forcing himself to stay still, to let me set the pace. But his hands are rough on my tits, squeezing enough to bruise, and his muscles are flexing under me, eager to thrust up.
‘Fuck, Charlie. You feel like…like I’ve been waiting my whole goddamn life to be inside you.’
I rock back and forth. The friction sends sparks fizzing through my veins. I roll my hips again, sharper this time, and he groans – a broken sound that bursts from inside him, like he’s helpless to stop it.
‘You look so fucking pretty riding my cock.’
