But one thing Cody always did was set the tempo.
One thing he always did was take responsibility for her orgasm.
Make sure she came at least twice.
And if that was a function of his desire to be a good person, she wasn’t going to push back in the bedroom.
Because she was benefiting from it far too much.
Tonight, though, was about him. Tonight, she wanted to relieve some of the burden that he carried on his shoulders. She sat up, cupped his face, and kissed him hard, pushing him down onto the mattress. She started to undress him, revealing his glorious, deliciously masculine body to her gaze.
His body was familiar now, every inch, every hard cut line of muscle. But it didn’t make it any less beautiful for all that it was familiar.
It wasn’t about the novelty. For a while, she had thought that it might be.
It wasn’t.
She kissed his chest, kissed her way down his abs.
“Marlowe,” he said, his voice rough. But whatever it was, a plea for more, or for her to stop, she didn’t listen. Instead, she dipped her head and took his cock into her mouth, taking him deep, relishing the harsh, masculine sound he made as she swallowed him down, as she sucked him, brought him to the edge, and then moved away, pressing kisses to his flat stomach.
“Shit,” he gasped.
She moved back to him, teasing him with her mouth, and then kissed a trail up his body, just like he was fond of doing to her, before straddling him, hands flat on his chest.
“Tonight’s for you,” she said.
She expected him to say something, but he didn’t. Instead, he gripped her hips, angled his cock to the entrance of her body, and thrust in easily. She was so wet, and the slick friction was delicious. He was so deep inside of her, and when she flexed her internal muscles, she almost came right then.
But she wanted to draw it out. For both of them.
She arched her hips, began to ride him, establishing a rhythm that gave them just enough, but not enough.
“Do you think I’m getting better?”
“What?” he asked, the words coming out through his clenched teeth, his voice strained.
“At riding.”
She let out a shocked yelp as his hand came down on her ass, hard. “Brat.”
She moaned, leaning forward and kissing him on the mouth. Then he thrust up inside of her, taking some of her control away, holding her hips as he thrust upward, and she began to shake.
“Cody,” she whispered against his mouth as she shattered completely, and he did too, pouring himself inside of her, the intensity of it, the intimacy of it, leaving her shaken.
And then afterward, she lay down next to him in bed, curled up against him.
“Stay the night,” he said.
“You just want me to help clean the kitchen in the morning,” she whispered.
“I promise when you wake up, it’s going to be spotless. Because I don’t care about the kitchen.”
Coming from Cody, it was the closest thing to a declaration that she was ever going to get.
Chapter Twenty
Something had shifted after that time together, and Cody couldn’t quite say what it was.
