Reverse cowgirl.I thought I was ready. I wasn’t.
Because then she rose. Not bracing herself on me or the bed with her hands. She planted her feet firm on either side of my legs, pressed her palms to her own thighs, and balanced on pure muscle, holding her weight off me like it was nothing. She lowered herself onto me in one fluid motion, then began to move. Up. Down. Up. Down. No falter, just pure, devastating control.
My mouth fell open. “Al—yssa…” My voice broke on her name.
I could see everything. Every time she lifted, my length sliding out until the head almost left her, then disappearing again as she sank back down. Watching myself vanish into her, as he ass jiggled, only to be swallowed whole again was torture. Blissful, merciless torture.
Every muscle in her thighs flexed, her core holding her steady, her body rising and falling in a rhythm that was driving me out of my mind.
“How are you even…” My mind went blank, I couldn’t finish the question.
She threw her head back, moans pouring out of her as her legsflexed and trembled with effort. Then turned her head to the side at me. “Marathon training’s paying off.”
That nearly finished me. I’d put together her marathon plan, training with her a few times a week. She was using the body I’d spent months helping her train to dismantle me with it. I was complicit in every brutal, gorgeous bit of strength taking me apart, and I had never been so happy to lose at anything in my life.
My laugh broke into another groan. “Paying off? You’re killing me.”
She looked back at me, breath heavy, biting her lip, sweat glistening across her shoulders. “You see that?” she panted between bounces. “See how you fill me, Julian?Mmmm.”
I could only close my eyes and groan in answer. Her rhythm quickened, thighs straining, her body relentless. My eyes snapped open, taking in the sight of her and the obscene sounds of us filling the room.
My muscles tightened, my chest seized, my eyes were stinging. I blinked, but the blur stayed. I was gone. Floating out of myself, watching her from somewhere above. This strong, gorgeous woman claiming me. My body burned, every nerve wired too tight and I could hardly hold it.
“Gorgeous… slow down…” My hands flew to her hips, gripping hard to slow her, trying to buy myself time.
But she only ground down harder, a wicked smile cutting across her face when she turned her head to glance back at me. “Mm… no, Julian. Not stopping me.”
I had a rule I hadn’t broken: Alyssa always came first. Always. I’d grind my teeth, and take every ounce of pain mixed with pleasure if it meant she broke apart first. It dawned on me at that moment… sheknew. This was a game she was playing and her goal wasn’t to break herself. It was to breakme. I’m not a man who hands over the wheel. I set the tempo, and she knew it, which was why she was trying to take it from me tonight.
Letting her was its own kind of gift. The last one I had left to give her today.
“Shit…” My hips bucked up, driving deeper into her. “I’m?—”
I gripped her waist as my release tore through me until my body seized. I locked my hands around her waist, holding her down as I emptied, gasping, every nerve in me on fire.
I collapsed, chest heaving, drenched in sweat, my vision blurred, and heart pounding like it was trying to escape.
She eased herself off me, turning around and placing her lips on mine first softly, then kissing me harder, biting my bottom lip until Igroaned again. Her hand slid down my chest, nails dragging just enough to spark every overstimulated nerve.
I hissed, still too raw and open. “Stop, Lyss. Wait. Hold on.”
She laughed softly against my mouth, smug and beautiful, then nibbled at my neck before pulling back to look at me, with a victorious smile.
“Proud of yourself, aren’t you?” I rasped.
“Very.”
I dragged a shaky hand over my face, still trying to catch my breath. “Give me five minutes.” My voice was shredded. “And it’s on.”
Her brow arched, teasing. “Only five minutes?”
Before she could gloat again, I gripped her waist and flipped her under me. She gasped, eyes wide. I leaned down, mouth brushing her neck, teeth grazing then I sucked hard enough to draw out her moan.
My voice rumbled against her skin. “Maybe two.”
She giggled, legs already curling around me as I swallowed her giggles with another kiss.
“Happy Valentine’s Day, Gorgeous,” I said.
