When he moves his hand toward my heat, I lean forward, letting him rub up and down my clit and folds. I close my eyes tightly and see red, pulsing through me, making my legs tremble. He rubs faster, making my body.
Finally, I can’t take it anymore, and I reach down, halting his wrist.
“No more waiting,” I whimper.
His hands move to my hips, lowering me slowly as I sit on his oh-so ready cock. I gasp as he glides up inside of me. This time, we’re able to focus completely on the pleasure, our bodies fusing in filthy heat.
I slide down until his balls are pressing against me. I can’t moan anymore, just gasp in pleasure. His shaft moves in small circles inside of me, hitting a spot no one has ever touched.
My fingernails dig into his chest. One of my nails bends so far, it’s a miracle it doesn’t break. He snarls, and his grip on my hips tightens. I love the way he holds me, like he’s amazed each time, like he’s relieved that he can possess me.
He helps me slide all the way up, then down, arching my back, rocking my hips forward. His hands fall aside as his mouth opens in shock when I flex my core.
“Are you—trying to—ruin me—elf?”
I smile, flooded with a glorious sense of control. I rock my hips slowly, sinking all the way down. He moves his hands to my ass, squeezing and pressing.Owning, and maybe other times, I’d hate it. But it’s heaven.
His expression changes as we sink into a rhythm I never thought I’d have. Not with a billionaire CEO, not with anyone. Sweat slides down my body as I buck up and down. He snarls and slips one hand under my shirt, massaging my breast and my nipple.
I gasp and press my hand on top of his, pushing against my breast with more pleasure. He grips my hip, and the combination—one hand burning into my hip, the other on my breast—adds to the volcano threatening to blow each and every second.
We’re bucking now. Wild. His face contorts as if he’s trying to hold himself back. I’m not… I’m running toward my orgasm, wild and free, choosing when and how I take it. Take him. Take everything.
“Fuck, fuck,” he groans. “Fuuuuuuck.”
“Yes, yes,” I gasp, moving faster, his stiff cock feeling like it’s boiling inside of me, like soon, the flames will spread and there will be nothing left but pure, transformative pleasure.
“I’m almost there,” I gasp when I feel the orgasm teasing at the edges. “Please. Oh—fuck.”
I collapse atop him, as he grabs my ass in both hands and fucks up into me hard. I’m not riding him anymore. I’m sitting atop him as he loses control, as his hips go into overdrive and he fires his huge manhood into me over and over.
The orgasm shatters me, pleasure seeping out of me, my legs trembling violently as I bite deep into his hard shoulder. He gasps in my ear, his warm breath whispering over me, as he thrusts up one final time and explodes inside of me.
I sit up, looking down at him as he loses himself in the pleasure. In me. Inus. His hands fall to the sides. I catch them halfway, interlock our fingers, and ride him toward the end as his cock begins to wilt inside of me.
After, I slide away from him. He immediately pulls me into his arms, looking at me with a dazed smile on his face.
“Where did that come from?” he asks huskily.
“My dreams,” I reply without thinking.
He tilts his head and looks closely at me. Just like he looked closely when he first tuned into my stream, noticing things others wouldn’t.
I laugh, shaking my head. “Too poetic?”
“Never.” He kisses me passionately. “You’re perfect.”
“Nobody’s perfect.”
“Exception—rule. That’s you.”
I lay my head on his chest. I can feel the ridges my teeth made against my cheek. I lean back again. “Are you okay?”
He smirks and strokes a hand through my hair. “I like it. A reminder of what we did together. Of what we have.”
I want to warn him… we don’t have a relationship, not yet. We’ve still got ground to cover. But I can’t deny that this feels like the start of something real.
“Try to sleep,” I murmur, kissing him on the cheek.
