Then she lifted up and positioned herself over him before slowly—so slowly it almost killed them both—she slid down until he completely filled her.
Polly rolled her hips,causing air to hiss between Joel’s teeth.
This. Woman. She made him feel powerful and powerless at the same time. She unraveled every part of him andfuck, he loved it.
She leaned down, palms pressed to his chest, mouth hovering over his before whispering, “How’s this?”
“It’s torture.”
Her smile widened, and she kissed him, a gentle sweep of lips against lips and tongue against tongue. A taste of each other. Then, her hips lifted before lowering back down.
Jesus fucking Christ,she was going to kill him. He growled, consciously forcing himself to loosen his grip on her waist so he didn’t bruise her.
Her tongue curled around his as she lifted and lowered, setting an agonizing rhythm. He told himself to let her control this. But each rock of her hips, every time she returned to him, he lost a little more of his sanity.
He started to lift. To thrust his hips up and meet her halfway.
She pushed into a sitting position and closed her eyes as she moved. Her breathing was heavy. Her breasts rising and falling, her face vulnerable and full of emotion.
She fucking hypnotized him.
He reached up and grazed his fingers over her nipples, watching those glorious breasts bounce with her movement.
“Joel…”
Shit, he loved the way she said his name. Like it was hers. Likeitbelongedto her.
He rolled her nipples with his thumbs and she gripped his wrists, not pulling him away. Holding him there. Keeping him in place as if he was going to leave her.
He sat up, and for a moment, they both stilled.
Her eyes flickered between his. “Hey.”
“I love you, Polly Mack.”
Emotion darkened her honey eyes. She cupped his cheeks. “Despite all my efforts not to…I love you too.”
He touched her forehead with his. “Thank you.”
“For loving you?”
“And letting me love you back.” He kissed her. One deep kiss before rolling them so that she lay beneath him. Then he began to move. To lift his hips and plunge back down hard. To completely lose himself in her.
Her legs wrapped around his waist, her sweet breath fanning over his face.
He sped up his thrusts while lowering his mouth to her neck and tasting her skin. Her nails dug into his shoulders, her walls starting to tighten and twitch around his cock.
Two more thrusts, and finally she gasped and dug her head into his shoulder, her cries muffled against his skin.
He didn’t stop moving. His rhythm became erratic as he felt her pulse against his cock. Felt the bite of pain as her teeth dug into his shoulder.
Then that white-hot pleasure burst through him, making his body go hard, making every muscle in his body contract and tremble.
He lost himself in her, fell right over that edge into Polly.
When he finally stilled, he had nothing left. No energy. No will to move. Nothing. She’d taken it all.
“Shit,” Polly breathed. “That was good.”
