Page 60 of The Pilot

Their pubic hair meshed together, his dark and hers red. Another erotic sight he’d remember and jack off to in the future when he couldn’t be with her.

She shifted on his lap, and he slid in another fraction of an inch.

“You feel so good,” she whispered, smiling down at him. Her hands were braced on his chest, her legs spread wide across his lap. When she tightened her internal muscles, Linc was a goner.

“Hold on, Harper. This is gonna be hard and fast. That okay?”

“Perfect.”

The word was barely out of her mouth before Linc was moving. Thrusting into her from below. He lifted her off him slightly and held her aloft as he fucked her. They both moaned. The sounds their bodies made were loud in the quiet of the morning, but they were too swept away to care.

Pleasure made Linc’s entire body tingle as all the blood rushed to his cock. His balls tightened, and he knew it was only a matter of moments before he came. It was too soon. Too fast. But after the blow job, still tasting her on his tongue, and the tightness of her pussy around his dick, Linc was a goner.

“Fuck,” he growled, his body shaking as he orgasmed. It seemed to go on and on. The world turned inside out. Nothing had ever felt like this. Nothing.

Through it all, Linc kept his gaze locked on her face. Memorizing this moment. The small smile, the flush on her cheeks. The way she bit her lip when his orgasm finally waned. She was proud that she’d been able to make him come. It took away the sting of how quick he’d been.

As soon as he could think again, his hand moved from her hip back to her clit. She was still spread eagle around him, and he had easy access to that magic button of hers. He held her hip with one hand while the other forcefully strummed her clit.

“Linc!” she exclaimed, as she squirmed on top of him. Her inner muscles spasmed around him, caressing him from the inside out. Amazingly, Linc felt his cock hardening once again. He needed to get the condom off and put a new one on, but not until she came for him.

“S-S-Sensitive,” she stammered, but she didn’t push him away.

“Come around my dick, Harp,” Linc ordered. “I want to feel it. I’m getting hard again. Seeing you ride me, my mark on you, seeing your tits bounce and sway . . . I’ll never get enough. You make me feel as if I’m eighteen again. I want to fuck you slow next time. Put you on your back and take my time, throw you over the edge again and again until you beg for mercy.”

“Yes! Do it!” she cried.

“Not until you come,” Linc said, gritting his teeth. The truth was, he wasn’t sure that he had enough control to do as he’d promised. He was legendary for his control, but at the moment, he felt as if he had none. This woman turned everything he knew about himself on its head. And he couldn’t even begin to care.

He loved it. Loved her. She’d changed him. How he felt about the world, about himself, about kids, about what was important in life. And he wanted to bury himself inside her and never leave.

He’d finally found a place where he felt like the old Linc . . . here. Between her legs. Inside her body. Her heart. And he was never letting her go.

She let out a sound between a moan and a squeak, and just like that she was coming once more. And the grip she had on his cock was life changing. It almost hurt, but in the best way possible. Her rippling muscles caressed him into full hardness.

Growling, Linc pulled out while she was still coming and ripped off the used condom. Looking around, he spotted his boxers and quickly wrapped the used rubber in them before dropping them to the floor and grabbing the box of condoms. He had another rolled onto his cock in seconds.

He pushed Harper to her back and nudged her legs apart before notching himself back between her soaking-wet folds and pushing inside.

He slid all the way in easily, and it felt like coming home.

They both sighed, and Linc took a deep breath. He needed to slow down. To get control.

Harper smiled sweetly and lifted a hand to palm the side of his face. She wiped a thumb over his cheekbone. “You’re a mess,” she said softly.

Linc knew what she was talking about. He could feel her juices drying on his face. Between her two orgasms and his one, the smell of sex was heavy in the air, their musky scent filling his nostrils. And he couldn’t get enough.

“I’m your mess,” he said softly.

“Yes,” she said with a nod. “You are.”

Her hair was spread out on the mattress, and it was everything Linc had dreamed of and more. The only thing that could make it better was if it was his mattress. His pillow. When he’d become such an alpha caveman, he had no idea. He’d never been this way before. But Harper was changing all the rules.

“You ready for more?”

“With you? Always,” she said.

“This time will be slower. I won’t be so fast to lose it.”