I push the bedroom door open with my shoulder.
Lay her down on the bed.
Climb up after her.
She makes a sound after a minute.
“Jax.”
“Yeah.”
“I want to see you.”
I stop. Slide out. She rolls over — for a second I think she’s going to face me — but then she keeps rolling, all the way, until she’s looking at the foot of the bed with her back to me.
Then she climbs on.
Reverse cowgirl. Her ass settling onto me, hair down her back, hands behind her on my thighs. She reaches between her legs, finds me, lines me up and lowers herself in one slow slide.
“Christ.”
“Yeah.”
“Nova.”
She starts to ride me.
I have never seen anything in my life like this.
The view from below — her ass on my thighs, hips lifting and dropping, the way she spreads on me every time she sinks all the way down. The line of her spine arching forward then back. I can see exactly where I disappear into her — every time she lifts, my cock slick with her, every time she sinks, the wet sound of her taking me back in.
I put both hands on her ass. Grip her. Spread her slightly.
“Tell me what you see,” she says.
“Your ass. The way you’re taking me.” My voice goes thick. “You’re soaking, Nova. I can see how wet you are every time you lift off.”
She moans and rocks her hips harder. Her hand goes to her own breast. I watch her touch herself on top of me and I’m going to lose it.
I drag my thumb slow down the cleft of her ass. Down to where she’s stretched around me — slick, the rim of her wet with both of us.
She freezes. Breath catches.
“Jax —”
“Yeah.”
She makes a sound I have never heard her make. Low. Broken.
“Do that again.”
I do.
She’s shaking. I can feel us both right at the edge and I can’t go yet.
I pull her off me.
She whimpers — quiet, almost angry. I breathe against her skin.
