Page 135 of That Rush

“Still no thrusting.”

“You’re enjoying this.”

“Immensely.”

I tighten around him and roll my hips until a strained curse leaves him.

His thumbs drag across my nipples. “The bastard in that book never got this far.”

“He couldn’t follow directions.”

“And I can?”

“So far.”

Aiden’s hands slide to my waist. He holds me without stealing the rhythm, his restraint fraying beneath my palms.

I lean close enough to brush my mouth over his. “Give it to me, Aiden.”

His grip tightens.

I drive down once more, taking him deep.

“Where?” he asks.

“Inside me.” I press my mouth to his. “I want to feel it.”

Aiden makes a sound I’ve never heard from him.

He drives into me once more and holds me down against him. His cock jerks deep inside me as he comes, each hot pulse making my tender body clench around him again.

His hands grip my waist, holding me flush against him until he’s empty.

For several seconds, neither of us moves.

“Fuck,” he breathes.

“That good?”

His eyes open. “You felt me come inside you and you’re asking if it was good?”

“I enjoy praise.”

Aiden catches the back of my neck and kisses me. “It was the hottest thing I’ve ever felt.”

I rest my forehead against his and smile. “I think I understand the appeal of instructions now.”

“That would sound more convincing if you weren’t still sitting on me.”

I glance down at where our bodies remain joined. “You’re the one who told me to take my time.”

“I was referring to your orgasm.”

“Instructions should be specific.”

Aiden’s laugh rumbles through him. I rise enough for him to slip free, and he lifts me from the chair.

“I can walk.”