His arm lays heavy across my waist, fingers splayed possessively over my bare skin. We didn’t bother getting dressed last night and I’m reaping the perks as I stretch, feeling his hard length nestled in the curve of my ass.
“Good indeed,” I whisper, pushing further into him and earning a low, guttural groan. I’ll never get used to how sexy the sounds he makes are. “How did you know I was awake?”
His hand leaves my waist, drags slowly over my hip, and settles there to hold me still as his cock glides between my ass cheeks. He lowers his mouth to my neck, lips brushing the quick flutter of my pulse. “Your breathing changed.”
“It’s about to change again.” I sigh, arching back when he cups my breast, rolling my nipple between two fingers. The friction ignites a fresh wave of heat low in my belly.
“Don’t move.” He stamps an open-mouthed kiss below my ear. “I want you just like this.”
“I might not be much fun if I can’t move, Mr. Maddox.”
He huffs a quiet, dark laugh and the fine hairs on my neck rise to attention. “You have no idea what you’re talking about.”
His hand leaves my breast, slowly skimming lower. So fucking slowly. By the time his fingers slip between my thighs, I’m holding my breath, fighting the urge to grind down against them.
“Fuck, hellcat...” Another groan vibrates his chest as he parts my pussy, stroking over my slick entrance. “So ready for me.”
“I missed you.”
He smiles against my shoulder, his cock stroking my ass cheeks with more and more intent. “Missed me? I fucked you twice last night. You slept in my arms for hours.”
“So?”
“Greedy girl,” he chides, the words laced with amusement and feral need.
He shifts, nudging my leg forward until I’m twisted half on my side, half on my stomach.
“I want you nice and slow this morning.” He positions himself at my entrance, the head of his thick cock pressing against me. “Is that okay?”
“Nice and slow,” I echo, nuzzling my face into the pillow.
“That’s it... don’t move, let me have it my way.” He slides inside me from behind, one inch at a time. His lips trail along my neck, teeth grazing the sensitive skin. “Sore?”
“Not as much as I’d like to be.”
He thrusts deep but smooth, filling me up in a lulling tempo. I think his goal this morning is to drag me through every ounce of sensation. I try pushing back into him, but he presses me down, his body blanketing mine, heavy and hot.
“I saiddon’t move, baby,” he whispers, kissing the nape of my neck. “Close your eyes. Maybe you can fall asleep again.”
A jolt of arousal tingles low in my belly at the thought. It summons a short clip of Koby taking me while I sleep,usingmy body for his pleasure whenever and however he damn well pleases.
“You like the idea, don’t you?” His hand slips beneath me, fingers circling my clit in lazy strokes. “Want me to wake you up with my cock next time?”
His tempo shifts and he fucks me a little faster, a little harder, a clear sign he loves the fantasy as much as I do.
“Yes, please,” I moan, twisting my fingers into the sheets. “Can you...harder, Koby?”
“No. Nice and slow,” he repeats, though his resolve’s wavering if the increased urgency of his movements is anything to go by.
Frustration clogs my throat. The slow pace, divine as it is, is torturous. It winds me tighter, but keeps the release out of my reach. It’s too careful, too measured, like he’s testing how long I’ll last before desire sends me into a frenzy. I push my ass up, meeting his thrusts, desperate for more.
Gritting my teeth, I pant against the pillow. “Just a little more. Please, Koby. I don’t think I can come like this.”
He stills for a heartbeat, then snaps forward hard enough to tear a gasping moan out of me.
“We can’t have that, can we?” The next thrust is the same. Deep, brutal, shaking the bed beneath us. “Nice, slow, andhard.”
Every next thrust knocks the breath out of my chest.
