"Knox—" She breaks the kiss, gasping. "Can we—"
"Tell me." I slow my thrusts, circling my hips, grinding against her clit. "Whatever you want. It's yours."
"I want to be on top."
The request sends a spike of heat straight to my cock. I pull out—she whimpers at the loss—and roll onto my back, settling against the pillows. My shaft stands rigid against my stomach, gleaming with her wetness.
"Come here." I reach for her hips. "Take what you need."
Sarah climbs over me, her thighs spreading wide across my hips. She positions herself above my cock, one hand wrapping around the base to steady me, and sinks down.
The angle lets her take me deeper than before. Her head falls back, a broken moan spilling from her throat, and I watch—utterly transfixed—as she impales herself on my cock inch by inch.
"Fuck." The word punches out of me. "Look at you. Taking all of me like you were made for it."
She plants her hands on my chest and starts to move. Slow at first. Lifting herself up, sliding back down, finding her rhythm. Her breasts bounce with every motion and I can't stop myself—I reach up and cup them, thumbs circling her nipples until they peak hard against my palms.
"Knox—" She rides me faster, her pussy gripping and releasing, gripping and releasing. "You feel so good. I'm so full. I can feel you everywhere."
I watch her chase her pleasure. This small human woman taking what she needs from my body, using me, losing herself in it. Her eyes glaze. Her rhythm turns desperate. She's close—I can smell it thickening in her scent.
"That's it." I grip her hips and thrust up to meet her. "Ride my cock. Take what you need."
Her pussy clamps down on me, milking my shaft in waves, and she screams my name so loud the whole clubhouse probably hears. I hold her hips and fuck up into her through every tremor, wringing out every second of her orgasm.
Before she can come down, I flip us. Pin her beneath me, my cock still buried deep, and hook one of her legs over my shoulder. The new angle lets me sink even deeper.
"One more." I pull back and thrust hard. "Give me one more."
"I can't—"
I pound into her, relentless, my thumb finding her clit and rubbing in tight circles. "You will. Come for me again, Sarah. I need to feel it."
She tries to hold back—can't. Her whole body convulses, her pussy clamping down on me like she'll never let go. The pressure at the base of my spine builds to breaking point.
"Mine." The word rips from my throat—primal, possessive, unstoppable. "You're fucking mine."
Her hands cup my face. Her eyes lock on mine—glazed with pleasure but somehow still seeing me. Seeing everything.
"Yes." She breathes the word against my lips. "I'm all yours, Knox."
I bury my face in her neck and let go. The orgasm crashes through me—I spill inside her with a groan that sounds more animal than man, my hips jerking, my arms shaking as I try not to collapse. She holds on through all of it. Takes everything. Wraps herself around me and refuses to let go.
When I can move again, I roll to my side and pull her against my chest. My arms refuse to let go, my fingers tracing patterns across her skin like they've forgotten how to be still.
Her breathing slows. Her heartbeat steadies against my ribs.
I'm in love with this woman.
The realization doesn't frighten me. It settles into my bones like truth—heavy and certain and inevitable. Twenty years of walls. Twenty years of keeping everyone at distance. She's demolished all of it in a few weeks.
I don't say the words. Not yet. Too soon. She'd run.
So I press my mouth to her hair, breathe her in, and let her sleep.
Dawn paints her skin gold.
Sarah sleeps curled against my side, one hand splayed across my chest, breathing slow and steady. My arm wraps around her waist. Hasn't moved all night.
