Her eyes stayed on mine. “I want you.”
I pushed in slowly.
Her lips parted.
I stopped halfway, every muscle in my body tight.
She smacked my shoulder. “Do not stop there unless you want me to write a terrible review.”
I laughed once, rough and helpless. “You’re impossible.”
“And yet you’re still inside me.”
I pushed the rest of the way in.
Her breath left her in one shaking rush. Mine followed. She felt perfect around me, tight and slick and alive, and for a moment I couldn’t move because I didn’t trust myself not to make it too hard, too fast, too much.
Nella cupped my face.
The gesture was so gentle I almost closed my eyes.
“Stay with me,” she said.
“I’m here.”
“Then move.”
I did.
I started slow. I went deep enough to make her grip my shoulders and slow enough to feel every inch of her taking me. The counter creaked under us. Her breasts pressed against my chest. Her gold hoops brushed my jaw when I kissed her, and the chain around my neck slid cold between us.
Nella met every thrust.
She rocked against me, drew me in with her legs, clenched around me when she wanted my rhythm to break, and laughed breathlessly when it did.
“You like making me lose control,” I said against her lips.
“I like knowing I can.”
“You can.”
Her eyes met mine.
There was no joke in her face now.
“I know,” she whispered.
I kissed her harder.
The pace changed. I kept it slow enough to be a choice and hard enough that every thrust moved the breath out of both of us. I slid one hand between us and found her clit again. She gasped, and her nails bit into my back.
“Yes,” she said. “That. Don’t stop.”
“I won’t.”
“You’d better not.”
I smiled against her cheek. “Bossy.”
