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He twisted his mouth away with a groan. “Fuck, you’re so sexy. Get naked.”
To his surprise, she shook her head. “I need something different tonight. Everything feels so out of control. I want to...”
Her voice trailed off, and uncertainty filled her expression, but he knew what she was saying. Any other time, he would make her ask—possibly beg. But tonight wasn’t that night. She needed to be in control of something, and he could give that to her—temporarily.
He shifted until he lay flat on the cushions, dragging her with him so that she was draped over his lap. His hands settle on the swell of her hips. He wanted her close, at arm’s length, the turmoil surrounding them leaving him craving a deeper connection.
She smiled a sexy half-smile once she realized he was on board. “Touch yourself for me.”
Ever since she’d walked in on him jacking off in the shower in an attempt to keep from mauling her when she’d been too sore for sex, she hadn’t stopped talking about it. Even going as far as to whisper how much it had turned her on in his ear during times when he was balls-deep in her.
He lifted one eyebrow, biting back his eagerness to comply. “You want that?”
She nodded, her breath hitching. “I liked that you couldn’t stop yourself when I walked in on you. You wanted me that much even when you couldn’t have me.”
Something in his chest surged anew at her stark honesty, her embracing what she wanted. She completely dismantled him. “I want you more now.”
“Show me,” she demanded, reaching for the hem of her T-shirt.
Fuck, what was she doing to him?
He yanked at the drawstring on his pants and released his cock, his heart thumping when her aroused stare dropped to his crotch. He gripped himself, lazily tugging while he shoved his pants down his thighs with his free hand. He stared into her eyes. “I want you, Harley.”
She licked her lips. “I see that. But do you trust me?” Her bold question hung in the air as she moved away from him to slide her pajama pants down her legs. She tossed them aside before crawling back over him.
“Yes.” The truth of that single word surprised him, but it wasn’t a lie or false assurance to get laid.
“We’ll see,” she says, wriggling free of her top, swiftly adding it to the pile of discarded clothing on the floor until she was gloriously naked and every muscle holding him together strained her way.
“Look at you,” he croaked, his eyes gorging on her naked breasts, her tight nipples, and the sweet haven at the top of her thighs. His chest tightened with repressed need. The need to go to her, to touch her and make things one hundred percent right for her, where words failed him because he wanted to give her what she needed. This is about her—her pleasure, her being in control, and him letting her do whatever she needed to, no matter what it costs him.
“Don’t stop,” she whispered.
He groaned the effort to be everything she wanted weakening his will to give her what she wanted without interfering. She chewed her lip, her stare still torn between his face and his hand pumping his cock.
She joined him then, her hand slipped between her thighs, and her fingers found her clit, her whole body jerking in confirmation and her eyes half-drugged with lust as they sat face-to-face. Open, exposed, and vulnerable.
“The sight of you is almost too much.” He struggled to talk, the vision of her pleasuring herself while his dick was in his hand so good, but he didn’t want to rush this. He wanted to show her that he cared about her despite the shit show currently surrounding them.
She swayed, flush staining her chest, and he became jealous of the slick fingers between her legs. He wanted to be the source of her pleasure. He wanted her moans, her ecstasy, and her orgasm so that she could see the way he felt about her and her beautiful seduction without words.
He pumped faster, the needs of his body growing harder to ignore.
She rushed him then, the slam of her naked body colliding with him, almost making him hit his head on the arm of the couch. While the pain would have been worth it, he managed to catch himself as her mouth slammed to his, as he wrapped an arm around her waist. She sank into their kiss, a lazy, decadent feast of lips and tongue and her sexy little moans.
Then she pulled and reached for his arms. He watched with fascination and mounting excitement as she placed his palms flat on the cushion on both sides of him.
“It’s symbolic—I know you could easily move them if you wanted to.” Her hand delved between her legs, gripping and tugging his cock. “I’m going to make you feel good.”
She smiled and held his face between her palms, her fingertips gliding into his beard with such tenderness that he went completely still.
He wanted to lift his hands and hold her, but he’d made a promise. So he gave her his words instead. “It’s okay to let someone be there for you, to hold you up or catch you when you fall. You don’t have to be strong alone. It’s okay to trust again. That’s why I’m letting you do this to me. To show you that this goes both ways.”
She rose a fraction, her eyes hypnotizing, and slid the head of his bare cock back and forth through her wet folds, the friction almost too good. Her hand slid across his chest, her fingertips trailing through his chest hair until her nails dug into his clenched pec.
Her voice when she spoke was a hypnotic, lulling tone. “You’re so powerful. Strong and in control. You make me feel small, somehow cherished, just with a look or a simple touch. I want you to feel the same way.”
The fantastic torture to the head of his cock continued as she rocked her hips over him, and it took everything in him not to plunge inside the tight, wet haven that awaited him. To take over, to block out her words, her caring until the pleasure swallowed everything else.
