Page 128 of Bound By Fire
“I’m good.” She lifts up onto her knees and reaches between us. Her hand wraps around my cock, and I hiss through my teeth.
She positions me at her entrance and sinks down.
I get to watch her face as she takes me this time. The way her lips part. The way her eyes flutter half-closed. The small wrinkle between her brows that smooths out as she settles all the way down. The little sigh that leaves her when she’s fully seated.
I’m not sure that a few days will be enough to sate myself, but I’m sure as hell going to try.
Her hands curl around the back of my neck.
She moans.
Then she starts to move.
She rocks first. Slow rolls of her hips that pull me almost out and seat me back in deep. Her ass moves against my thighs. Her tits are right at the level of my face, and I lean in and take one of her nipples between my lips. She gasps, and her hand fists in my hair, and she starts to ride me properly. Up and down. Working herself on me.
Her tits bounce and jiggle. I love how soft she is. How feminine.
She picks up the pace.
“So damned beautiful,” I mutter.
Her hair has come the rest of the way down. It’s a wild fall over her shoulders. There’s a flush all the way down her chest. Her mouth is open. Her eyes are locked on mine, and they don’t leave.
Not for a second.
I should turn her back onto her knees. This feels too intimate somehow. But I don’t. Instead, I grip her hips and thrust into her from below. She cries out, and the sound goes straight through me.
She looks away for a second, and then her eyes are back on mine.
I’m going to watch her come, and I’m going to love every moment.
