“How are you feeling?”
Her eyes search mine for a second. Then soften.
“I’ll take over if you want.” I gather her hair at her nape, watching for any signs she’s nervous or hesitant. “We don’t have to do anything if you’re not ready for.”
She leans in and kisses me this time. “Take over. Please. Keep me here.”
A primal possessiveness hums in my veins. I lift her in my arms, taking her to the bench where I settle her onto my lap.
She gives, softens. Relaxes into me without a shred of resistance.
I kiss her neck, my pulse hammering as I tease her open with one finger, then two. Spreading that slippery honey all over. Taking time to worship her clit.
When she’s melded against me, her breathing fast, her pussy plump and hot, I shift her and settle her down on my cock.
Oh. God. So tight. I clench my thighs, pushing up until I’m an inch inside.
She doesn’t look away. This is us. Here. Now. Taking her power back.
“There,” she gasps. “Oh.Oh.”
When I pull her down onto me, filling her, I match my slow steady thrusts with the way my tongue sweeps into her mouth, loving the way she’s melting more.
Softer and sweeter, and so strong in my arms.
All of it is amplified.
The heat. The shower’s hiss. Her body slipping up and down my abs, her breasts the most tender, perfect things I’ve ever felt against me.
A growl builds in my throat, the squeeze of her heat around me, forcing me to bear down to keep from coming too soon.
“You feel so good, beautiful. Perfect in my arms.”
Her breath catches, such an open vulnerability overtaking her expression, I lock up.
“Tell me. Whatever it is,” I say, instinctively knowing she wants to say something.
“I want to let go, but… but I’m afraid to. I might crack open.”
Ah. Christ.
“I’ll hold you together. If you break, you break into my hands. Not alone.”
Biting her lower lip she nods, half-moans as she moves on top of me. “This feels so good.”
Fuck. That little moan. I thrust again, watching her eyes go hazy with pleasure. Her fingers slide up my chest, but find their way to her own nipple where she pinches and tugs.
I take her cue and match the ways she touches herself on the other side.
“Oh, good god, Ryker.”
Her hips shift against mine, pushing my cock deeper. I keep moving. Keep her full as I thumb her nipple, watching her cheeks grow pink, her own fingers growing clumsy.
“Lean in,” I rasp, pulling her close, seating that ripe little clit against the root of my cock. When I do, she melts, completely goes liquid in my arms.
I shift and find her mouth with mine. Tasting deep, feeling her inner muscles rippling.
She’s close.
