Page 58 of The Betrothal

It killed me but I shifted enough to drag my joggers down, leaving me in only my underwear, but I’d wait for her to tell me when she was ready. Fuck, let it be soon.

Closing the distance between us once again, her legs wrapped around my body, tugging me closer she used her legs to lift herself and began grinding us together, the pressure perfect, the contact relentless. Her face flushed and eyes hooded as she nibbled the corner of her lip.

I wanted to touch her.

My hand caught the top of her bralette and slipped under the elastic, tugging until the edges sat under her breasts, framing them. Fingers dancing over the hard nubs, her hips stuttered as I rolled one between my knuckles, so I did it again, her moans turning desperate.

“Fuck me.” I couldn’t tear my eyes from her face. I wanted to lick and nibble my way across all of her. No. I wanted to leave teeth marks in her skin. I wanted to mark her body.

Her glazed-over eyes cleared briefly and she smirked then twisted her hips.

I was suddenly no longer on top of her and she settled herself over my hips. My grip on her arms now broken, her hands landed on my chest and she settled herself fully over me.

If the contact before was electric this was beyond that.

“Holy shit.” I ground my jaw, holding on to my control by a thread as I watched where she rode me. The clear outline of my erection nestled between her legs, her body rolling back and forth, circling.

“I thought you said, ‘fuck me’?” she whispered.

I thrust upwards in response to her cheek and it was her turn to groan.

“Oh my God, Seb.”

“That’s it, Killer.”

She whined, falling down onto me and sealing our mouths together.

Teeth and tongues battled, my hands roaming her body as she dragged her nails across my torso.

“Fuck me,” she panted, echoing my words.

“I know.” I nipped her lip and she shuddered.

“No, Seb, fuck me.”

My movement stopped but she picked up her pace, not relenting for a second.

Seb! My brain un-froze.

“Condom,” I groaned. “I have no condom.”

My hands clasped her hips adding more pressure where she rode me.

“I’m not ovulating. Are you clean?”

I blinked at her.

“Seb?” she moaned.

“Fuck,” I panted. “Yes, of course.”

Her hands caressed the seam of my boxers and the glide of her fingers over my length had me tensing, then I was free of them. I shuddered an exhale as she slipped her underwear aside. There was a quick flash of pink then she tilted herself where I couldn’t see, notching me at her entrance.

I looked at where the head of my dick pressed against her, then to her face, her eyes on me, then back down when she slowly bore down. She paused, her entrance gripping my swollen crown, then she rolled herself down and over me, taking more of me into her.

I dug my hands into the duvet, begging my restraint to hold for a moment longer.

Her hands roved over her body, coming to land on her breasts where she kneaded her own nipples, head tipping back, gasping.