Her eyes flash. “Maybe I know what I want.”
“Yeah?” I line myself up and drag the tip through her lips slowly, watching her face as I do it. “Then say it like you mean it.”
Her mouth parts on a shaky inhale, her hands locking on my shoulders. “You,” she says.
I push in an inch and stop.
She releases this broken little sound, and her head tilts back.
“You what?”
“You.” More breathless now. “Ace.”
I grip her jaw lightly, bring her face back to me. “Use your words, sweetheart.”
Her eyes are dark, pupils swallowing the green. “I need you inside me.”
That nearly snaps the last thread.
I push in slowly, because I want to feel every second of it, to watch it happen, to see exactly what my body does to hers. She takes me with this gorgeous, shaky exhale that breaks halfway through, fingers digging further into my shoulders, mouth falling open when I bottom out.
“Oh,” she says softly.
I hold still for one brutal second, trying not to lose my mind at the feel of her wrapped around me. Hot, tight, wet enough formy whole body to tense with the effort to not start moving like an animal.
“Good?” I ask, because I need to hear it from her.
She gives me a look that’s half wrecked, half offended. “Don’t stop to ask.”
“Bossy.” So I lean in, mouth brushing hers, and say quietly, “Then hold on.” And I start moving.
Deep enough so that she feels every inch and knows I’m doing it on purpose, and to ensure she moans softly in my mouth and tightens herself around me.
I brace one hand beside her head, the other locked on her thigh, keeping her open while I drive into her again.
“There,” I murmur when she shudders. “That’s what you wanted?”
She nods too fast.
I catch her chin. “Words.”
“Yes,” she breathes. “Yes, fuck, like that.”
My laugh is rough and dark. “That’s what I thought.”
I pick up the pace just enough to make her lose the rhythm of her breathing. Her mouth opens on every thrust now, those pretty little sounds getting less controlled, less careful, until she’s just giving them to me. Letting me hear exactly what I’m pulling out of her.
“You feel fucking incredible,” I tell her, because I’m past filtering anything. “Been thinking about this since that first look you gave me in the lounge, like you wanted to be good and knew damn well you weren’t going to manage it.”
Her eyes flare at that.
“You think you know so much,” she says, but it comes out shaky because I reach something that has her whole body jumping.
“I know enough.” I thrust into her harder once, and her nails bite into my shoulders. “Know you like to run that mouth right up until I put my hands on you.”
“Oh my God.”
“Yeah?” I drag my mouth along her jaw, then her throat, giving her nowhere to hide from any of it. “Know you like this too. Spread open on a counter, taking me like you’ve been waiting all damn day.”
