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Her movements are less fevered now, her teeth nibbling on her lower lip as I wait for her to answer me.
“Would you mind if I keep it on?”
“No, of course not,” I assure her. After dropping the material, I cup her face in my palms and softly kiss her. “Is there anything else you’re not comfortable with?”
Whilst we were all there to listen to her statement, I want her to be clear about anything she doesn’t want to do.
“Um…” She hesitates. “No holding my wrists, or pinning or tying me down. I’m not sure what else…”
Emotions claw their way through my chest. I want to bundle her up and shield her from it all. “Okay, well, if we do anything you don’t want, you just say the word stop, and everything stops.”
Her eyes squeeze shut, brows pinching as her lips tremble.
It’s a struggle to see her hurting, so I wrap my arms around her, drawing her as close as I can. “What’s going on, Rosy?”
“I’m making this hard. This isn’t sexy for you.” She shakes her head; the words heated in her frustration.
“No, you’re not, not even a little bit. My only concern is for you. Plus, I think you can feel how sexy I find you.” I chuckle, my cheeks heating at the admission. It’s true. I’m still achingly hard, with my length pushed between us. Almost selfishly so.
When she glances down, the heat spreads until the tips of my ears feel on fire.
Then she rocks her pelvis and slides across the base of me, her wetness coating my skin.
“Rosy,” I exhale. She’s still staring down, watching. As her movements quicken, her hands grip my shoulders tighter to leverage herself.
Neither of us can say a word, just the sound of our heavy breathing and her thrusting against me fill the space. I try not to move, wanting all the control to be in her hands. This is completely for Rosy, what she wants and her pleasure.
On her next pass over me, her hips jolt further up, making her covered breasts level with my face, and my length nudges at her entrance.
When Rosy doesn’t pull away and allows her body to take the tip of me in, my hands land on her hips, halting her movements before she can slide any lower.
It’s almost painful having to stop her.
“I’m okay, Bry,” she reassures before I can question it. “It’s you, and I know you won’t hurt me. I feel okay.”
“Never. I couldn’t,” I choke out, struggling to get past her words. But I don’t say anything else as she wraps her arms around my neck and slowly seats herself on me. I cover the short distance between us and kiss her.
“You feel perfect,” I whisper, our breaths mingling as she smiles.
Her eyes widen as she starts to move up and down, and I devour her expression; every flutter of lashes, twitch of her nose, sharp inhale…I watch it all. Most importantly, I watch as she chases her desire.
When my hips jerk up without meaning to, her mouth falls open.
“Again,” she demands before I can apologise.
I allow my hips to move against her, rising to push further into her soaked heat. Heat that envelops me, silkily coats and clutches me.
Our skin meets noisily, frantically as we both speed up.
I’m so close, it’s bordering on painful trying to hold back from releasing inside her. I slip a hand between us, moving slowly to give her time to stop me. As my thumb comes into contact with her slippery, sensitive clit, her hands grip the back of my hair tightly, and she groans loudly for me.
“Don’t stop, please, please, please,” she pants with each flick of her hips, grinding down on both my thumb and my length.
“I can’t…last much longer,” I admit with embarrassment. The feel of her riding me, watching her in the throes of pleasure, is all too much to hold back much longer.
“Let go for me, Bry,” she groans, her gaze locking on mine intently.
At her request, I lose control of my body, and it jumps at pleasing her, not waiting any longer before pumping inside her to fill her up.
