His eyes are watchful. Serious. Intense.
I place my hands flat on his chest.
He holds my gaze, his expression neutral.
Waiting.
Watching.
I shove him.Hard.
The second he’s on his back, I’m on him. My mouth is on his, my legs straddle his hips, needing this like I need to breathe.
His hands stroke over my back, massaging my ass, cupping my breasts. He groans as our tongues duel. It would be the easiest thing for him to grasp my hips, lift me, and nudge me onto him. He stays flat on his back and lets me set the pace.
And that can’t be easy for a guy like Aren.
Even in my dreams he was the one dominating me.
I reach back, grip the base of Aren’s cock, and swallow his groan as I hold him steady and sink onto him.
I break the kiss, struggling to breathe, fighting to go slow.
Nothing haseverfelt like this.
Not the intense dream I had of him that short-circuited my brain.
Nothing.
“Kat.” His hands are in my hair, face taut.
When I move, his hands are desperate, holding me, as if I’ll slip away if he doesn’t keep a firm hold of me. But I’m not going anywhere.
Tossing my head back, my hair brushes my spine as I slowly ride him.
This. This is what I needed.
Deep, hungry growls erupt from his chest, and I gasp, grabbing his wrists as he cups my breasts and plucks my nipples. It feels so good. His cock throbbing inside me. His firm touch as he caresses my breasts. All of it feels amazing.
“Take it all, baby,” he groans, voice gruff.
He’s fighting for breath, and my stomach muscles are contracting as I struggle to accept his thick girth.
“Kat…” he groans, the muscles in his legs bunching in his effort to stay still. And I wish he wouldn’t. I wish he would stop holding back and pound into me like I know he wants to.
I ride him, losing myself in the feel of his cock stretching me. My pussy ripples around him, and he groans in response. Moaning, I wiggle and grind when it feels even better.
And when the pleasure hits, exploding like firecrackers in my mind, he rolls us.
His cock hammers deep into me until I fall again, and he grunts, pressing his face to my throat and his fingers tightening on my hips as he jerks and fills me with heat.
For the longest time, neither of us moves.
We’re pressed up against each other. He’s still inside me, and we’re breathing fast when his fingers touch my jaw. “You want to stop?”
His voice is husky, and he just came, but already, I feel him getting hard.
Once should have been enough.
