Page 156 of The Sweetest Return

Dre fastened it behind my neck, then let his hands rest at my shoulders for a second before I turned toward him.

The way he looked at me made heat start gathering all over again.

His eyes moved over the diamonds at my throat, the chain falling between my breasts, my bare skin beneath it. He looked entirely too satisfied with whatever picture he had created in his head.

“What?” I asked.

His gaze lifted to mine.

“Ride me.”

My pussy actually pulsed.

“Dre.”

“Come here, Mani.” His hands found my waist. “I wanna see what you mean.”

And apparently that was enough.

I climbed over him.

The diamonds were cold when they first touched my breasts, then warmed quickly against my skin as I moved. They caught the darkness every time I rose over him, little flashes of white against my dark skin, his hands spreading over my hips and ass while he watched.

Mostly, he watched.

Me.

His diamonds on me.

The way my body took him while I wore something that belonged to him.

Hours later, I woke with him asleep behind me and one heavy arm around my waist.

For a few minutes, I let myself stay there.

His face looked younger in sleep. No public smile. No awareness of doors, phones, cameras, or people studying him. Only Andre, breathing warm against the back of my neck while the sheet rested low at his waist.

I woke sore. Pleasantly so.

Tender in places I had forgotten could feel newly used.

Good dick could do that to a woman.

Damien had been fine. Attentive enough. Attractive enough. A grown man who understood the mechanics and had never embarrassed himself.

He never rearranged me.

For a long time, I had thought that was the point.

Dre did not simply fuck me. He knew how my pride and pussy occupied the same body and spoke to both. Knew when to tease me, praise me, or look directly into my eyes until I stopped pretending pleasure was something happening around me instead of through me.

His mouth had wrapped around my pussy like he had spent years waiting to remember the taste, and when his dick found the place inside me that made thought leave my body, he stayed there.

Over and over.

Patient and filthy. Tender and ruthless. Watching me like every sound mattered.

He remembered the route.