Page 224 of That Rush

The pressure climbs too quickly. I catch his wrist and pull his hand away.

Aiden stops. “Too much?”

“No.” I look back at him. “I need your cock inside me.”

His eyes drop to my mouth.

“Tell me exactly how you want it.”

“I want you behind me with your hands on my hips.” I spread my knees wider. “Start slow. When I tell you to fuck me harder, don’t hold back.”

Aiden grips his cock and drags the head through my wetness.

“Like this?”

“Yes.”

He presses inside me.

The stretch pulls a low moan from my throat. He fills me slowly, making me feel every thick inch until his hips meet my ass.

Both of us go still.

“Fuck,” he says behind me.

I push back, taking him as deep as I can. “You okay?”

“No.” His fingers dig into my hips. “You’re hot and tight, and I can feel every fucking part of you.”

“That sounds terrible.”

“I’m suffering.”

I laugh, but it turns into a gasp when he pulls halfway out and pushes deep again.

Aiden watches where our bodies meet. I can feel the weight of his stare almost as clearly as I feel his bare cock sliding inside me.

“I forgot how good you look taking me,” he says.

“You had nearly two weeks.”

“I remembered.” He gives me another slow thrust. “This is better.”

I grip the rug as he begins to move. Each stroke is controlled and unhurried, exactly what I asked for, but his hands are tight enough on my hips to tell me how much effort it costs him.

“Still good?” he asks.

“Perfect.”

He thrusts again, hitting deep.

I arch my back. “Do that again.”

Aiden gives me the same angle, harder this time.

“Yes.”

“Tell me what you need.”