“So fucking cute.” He moved away and sat against the headboard.
What was he doing? He patted his thighs. “Come here.”
“Um, okay.” She rolled over and crawled towards him.
“Fuck, yes. Now that is damn sexy.” His gaze scorched her. Burning her from the inside out. Then she climbed over him, straddling him.
“Hands on my shoulders. Keep them there. You’re going to sink yourself down slowly on me, understand? If it hurts then pause and take a moment to adjust. Do not move fast.”
She bit her lip. “I’ve never done this before.”
He frowned slightly. “What? With me sitting up like this?”
“With me on top.”
“Seriously?”
She shrugged. “It’s never felt like this before. I always just figured that I was too closed off, that I didn’t have those urges like other women do.”
“There is nothing cold about you. You’re all fire. You just needed something to be the accelerant.”
Oh, did she ever. And that was exactly what he did to her. Ignited her. All of her. Not just her body. Her very soul.
He’d brought color back into her life.
He placed one hand around her hip and the other cupped the back of her head. “Slide down. That’s it. Take me nice and deep.”
She held his dick as she slipped down over the head. Oh. Fudge. He was so big. It was delicious, though. She was wet and stretched from the vibrator. She closed her eyes, reveling in the sensation of him filling her.
A hum of joy left her lips as she drove herself down further.
“Fuck, yes. That feels so good. Shit. You look so damn hot.”
She opened her gaze to find him watching her. His gaze was intense. Hot. Finally, she had him all inside her. Pausing, she tried to calm her breathing. But it was impossible. She was completely gone.
“Ride me, my girl,” he said gruffly.
Yes. Please.
She pulled herself up, his hand around her hip helping to guide her, then moved down slowly. It wasn’t enough. She wanted to go faster. He drew her in for a drugging kiss. Then his other hand moved down to her clit, circling it, flicking it gently.
She pulled back. “I can’t.”
“Yeah. You can.”
She shook her head. “I really can’t. I’ve tried before. I can only have one orgasm.” And she was cursing that fact now. She really wanted to come with him deep inside her.
“You’ll come again.”
“I can’t.”
He moved his hand from her hip up to the back of her neck. And he squeezed gently. A warning and reassurance all at once. How did he do that? She had no idea.
But she liked it.
“You can. Because that’s what I require from you.” His look was firm. It was exactly what she needed.
She could do it. It’s what he wanted.