She rises onto her knees, positioning herself above me, one hand braced against my chest while the other guides me to her entrance. I hold my breath as the first touch of her heat against me nearly shatters my self-control.
“Take your time,” I tell her. “There’s no rush.”
Sutton’s eyes lock with mine as she slowly lowers herself onto me, her body stretching to accommodate my size. Her breath catches, lips parting on a silent gasp, and I fight every instinct to thrust upward because mother fuck…
Her pussy is squeezing my cock like the tightest vise and it is Every. Fucking. Thing.
“You okay?” I ask, my thumbs tracing soothing circles on her hips if for no other reason than to give my mind something to concentrate on other than prematurely exploding inside her.
Breathe, Haynes.
Breathe.
“Yes.” She nods, sinking down another inch. “You’re just…a lot to take in.”
I smile despite myself. “We canstop?—”
“Don’t you dare,” she interrupts, determination flashing across her face.
I do what I know will relax her body and reach up to palm her breasts, my thumbs sliding across her nipple.
“Oh, God,” she moans and sinks down completely, taking me to the hilt. The sound of her moan vibrating through her body all the way to my cock.
Fuck me.
I’m struggling to breathe, to think, to do anything but feel the exquisite pressure of her around me. She’s so tight, so perfect, and the sight of her above me—head thrown back, hair cascading down her shoulders, my shirt discarded somewhere on the bed—is enough to make me question if this is actually happening or if I’m having the best fucking dream of my life.
“You’re incredible, did you know that?” My hands steady her hips, my thumbs pressing into her soft skin. “You’re so fucking perfect.”
She stays still for a moment, adjusting to the feel of me inside her. Her inner muscles flutter around my cock, and I have to grit my teeth to maintain control. When she starts to move, lifting herself slightly before sinking back down, I nearly lose my mind.
“Shepherd,” she breathes, finding a rhythm that has us both gasping. “You feel so good.” She smiles down at me, a real smile that transforms her face and makes my chest ache in the best possible way.
I can’t take my eyes off her. She’s a goddess above me, powerful, beautiful, taking her pleasure with a confidence that steals my breath. My hands roam from her hips to her thighs, feeling her muscles flex as she rides me. I’m completely at her mercy, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
“Use me,” I whisper, the words escaping before I can thinkbetter of them. “Take what you want…what you need, Sutton. I’m yours. All yours.”
Her eyes widen at my words, something vulnerable flickering across her face before her expression shifts. She plants her palms flat against my chest and rocks her hips in a way that makes me see stars. I’m fighting for control, desperate to make this last, but she’s so tight around me, so perfect, I might lose my mind.
“Fuck, yes,” I groan, fighting to keep my hips still, letting her control everything. “You feel amazing like this.”
“Shepherd,” she whimpers, her head falling back and her body arching as she rides me. She’s so fucking beautiful the way she takes my cock and God help me, I’m losing the battle with every passing second.
“Look at me,” I whisper, needing to see her eyes, to be sure she’s still with me. Still okay.
She does, her gaze locking with mine, and what I see there makes my chest swell. Desire, yes, but also complete trust. Trust I’d never betray. Her rhythm changes, becoming more urgent, more demanding as she chases her pleasure. The sight of her lost in sensation above me is almost more than I can bear. I slide my hand between us, my thumb finding her clit, and she gasps, her movements faltering for just a second before picking up again with renewed intensity.
“Oh God,” she moans, her inner muscles clenching around me. “Shepherd…”
“That’s it,” I encourage, my voice barely recognizable to my own ears. “Ride me, baby. Take it all. I want to feel you come on my cock.”
Her hips move faster, grinding down against me as my thumb works tight circles over her sensitive flesh. I can feel her getting closer—her breathing changing, her thighs tremblingagainst mine, her walls fluttering around my cock in a way that’s driving me insane.
“Oh, God, Shepherd! I’m close,” she cries, her voice breaking on the words.
“It’s okay to let go,” I tell her, increasing the pressure of my thumb. “I’m right here with you.”
Sutton’s entire body tenses, her fingernails digging into my chest as she comes undone. Her inner muscles clamp down around me in rhythmic pulses that nearly push me over the edge. I’ve never seen anything more beautiful than her face in this moment, completely abandoned to pleasure, vulnerable and trusting. Her lips part on a silent cry, her eyes locked with mine as wave after wave crashes through her.
