Page 84 of Say My Name

I work her until her thighs begin to shake, then slow.

Elena glares at me. “Why?”

I could make her come like this, but it wouldn’t be enough. It would feel like another service rendered. I need this to be about us, together. My voice is rough when I answer. “Because I want you to come with my cock inside you.”

The blunt answer sends another rush of wetness over my fingers.

“Then get inside me.”

I withdraw my hand and settle between her legs without moving closer. The paperwork covers this. We’ve both been tested. But I still need to hear her say it now.

“If we do this without a condom, I could get you pregnant tonight.”

“That’s the goal.”

“I know.” I look directly at her. “Do you want me inside you without one?”

“Yes.”

“Do you want me to come inside you?”

Her breathing turns shallow. “Yes.”

“Tell me if that changes.”

“I will.” Elena puts her hand on my chest and pushes. “Lie back.”

I move onto my back. She follows, straddling my hips, and my cock jerks against the heat between her legs.

Her hair falls around her shoulders. Her bra is still on, black lace against flushed skin. She reaches behind herself, unhooks it, and lets it fall beside us.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful.”

She pauses, her body completely still above mine. For a second, I think I’ve said the wrong thing—that I’ve crossed a line from the physical to something she isn’t ready for. I slide my hands over her thighs, a silent reassurance, giving her time. She leans down to kiss me.

“I asked you here,” she says against my mouth. “This is my decision.”

“I know.”

She reaches between us, wraps her hand around my cock, and positions me at her entrance. Her eyes stay on mine as she lowers herself.

The first tight inch of her pulls a curse from me. I grip her thighs instead of dragging her down and let her set the pace.

“Take your time.”

She sinks lower, stopping once to adjust, then keeps going until I’m buried inside her.

For a long second, we don’t move, and all I can feel is the heat of her around me.

Her hands flatten against my chest. I can feel the quick beat of her pulse where my thumb rests high on her thigh.

I’ve pictured this too many times, usually with me directing every move. Elena controls the pace now, and this is better than any fantasy. She lowers herself onto me because she wants to, with the possibility of pregnancy understood between us. Her eyes stay on my face as if my reaction matters as much as the way I feel inside her.

“Okay?” I ask.

“Yes.” She rocks her hips experimentally and closes her eyes. “Very okay.”

My hands stay loose on her thighs. “I want to watch you take me.”