Page 67 of Fundamentals of Chemistry

“Is this okay?” There was tension across his handsome face and a thin sheen of perspiration. His muscles quaked with effort for him to stay still.

I smiled and pulled his mouth to mine again. “Much better than okay,” I said before kissing him.

With our lips pressed together, we began to move, rocking our hips together until we found a rhythm, and then sinking into it. Our breaths were heavy and labored, and I hoped that the suspense would last as we drew out the sensations.

The fullness was delicious.

The friction was overwhelming.

Pleasure built deep in my core, but remained out of reach. I needed to take control. Maybe he was right about me being entitled.

“My turn,” I said, rolling us over so that I sat on top of Jack’s hips, my hands braced against his chest.

“Anything you want, Princess.” I could hear the smile more than see it.

He felt much deeper in this position, and I was able to rock back and forth, grinding my clit against his pelvis even as I continued to slide up and down his length. His hands had a firm grip on my hips, but he let me lead, riding his thick cock to find my climax.

Murmured words of encouragement and praise swirled through my brain. My eyes fluttered closed as I succumbed to the sensations.

His voice, his hands, his body—he was everything.

I finally broke in a shuddering orgasm, blasts of electric pleasure shooting through my nerves to every inch of my body. I fell forward, catching myself on his chest. His arms moved up to circle me, and we held each other close until I caught my breath.

I opened my eyes to find him staring at me, slack jawed in the dim light. I was suddenly self-conscious. Was he upset with me for taking control?

“Jack, I—”

He groaned and squeezed me tight against his chest, damp with sweat. He had asked me to call him Jack before, and I had been happy to do it as our relationship evolved. Using his name somehow seemed more intimate than what we had just done—never mind the fact that I was still impaled on a very rigid shaft.

“Can you do me a favor?” he asked.

“Anything,” I agreed.

“Next time you come, I want to hear you screaming it.”

I bit my lip to hide my smirk. My hips rocked, sliding my wet heat along his length, testing to see if I was too sensitive for another round.

I was ready.

“I can probably manage that,” I said.

“How many times have I told you not to bite your lip?”

A grin spread across my face. “What are you going to do about it?”

“This.”

Suddenly, I was on my back again, and he was leaning over me, kissing me fiercely and tugging my lip between his own teeth.

I grabbed onto his shoulders and wrapped a leg over his thigh as he began thrusting at a demanding pace. It was all I could do to hold on as he slammed his hips into mine again and again, the most delicious punishment.

He grabbed me behind the knee and titled my hips forward, deepening the angle of penetration. I saw stars as he hit my G-spot.

“Jack, yes! Right there!”

“That’s right, Princess, come again. Come for me,” he demanded, not faltering his merciless rhythm.

It didn’t take more than a few minutes of this fierce, relentless treatment, and I was coming again, calling his name just like he wanted. Somehow, he managed to hold on through my bucking and shaking and found his own release after a few more powerful thrusts.