My officer. My man.
I like the way that sounds. “Mine,” I whisper against his lips, and he groans softly, gripping my hips a little harder.
“Damn right, baby,” he whispers as I kiss down his neck and over his chest, the hair dusting the skin not deferring me as I kiss every inch of his skin I can reach.
My lips find his again, and I let my fingers trail down to the waistband of his boxers.
“You’re so hard for me,” I whisper, slipping him out of his boxers. He lifts his hips for me, letting me slide them off his legs, and I throw them. I bite my bottom lip softly as I look over the gorgeous man I sit on top of.
“You’re so pretty, B,” I whisper, letting my eyes trace him from his head down to his cock that stands at full attention, waiting for me.
“I want you inside me,” I repeat, looking up from his cock to meet his eyes that are black with desire.
“Yeah, baby?”
“So bad,” I whisper, reaching between us, wrapping my hand around him, and stroking him a few times.
“You like that?” I whisper as I grip him a little tighter.
“You have no idea,” he moans, his voice raspy as he lets his head fall back against the top of the couch.
I let out a little moan as I watch him enjoy himself, as I pleasure him with just my hand.
“God, baby,” he groans, and I apply a little more pressure.
I grab one of his hands and bring it to my middle. “Touch me,” I demand, and he doesn’t hesitate to do as I ask. He gently toys with me for a few seconds before letting his fingers slip inside me for the second time today.
He opens his eyes, and they find mine. My lips part. I whimper and moan for him as I move my hips to meet the gentle thrusts of his fingers. He thrusts up into my hand.
“Harder,” I gasp.
“Yeah, baby, you want my fingers? You want them harder?”
“Yes,” I moan, rolling my hips even harder.
“Just my fingers?”
I shake my head. “No, I want all of you,” I say, letting go of him and rising up so I’m kneeling.
I tangle my hands into his hair and pull back on his head so he’s looking up at me.
His lips part slightly, and he removes his fingers so I can sink down on top of him.
His hands find my hips, but he doesn’t guide me. He just holds me while I bounce on top of him, and all I can say is thank god for leg day.
“Sloane,” He moans, and it’s almost my undoing as I take all of him over and over.
“You’re such a good boy,” I whisper, and his eyes roll back.Looks like I’m not the only one who enjoys praise.
I ride him, my hands in his hair and my head falling back as I take him over and over again.
“Beckett…”
“Yeah, baby?”
“I want to be under you,” I whisper.
“Are you sure?” He asks.
