His breath changed.
I climbed across the bench seat. There wasn’t enough room. My knee scraped against something, and my scarf caught on his belt, and Kazan tried to shift back even though there was nowhere for him to go.
I didn’t mind the awkwardness.
I liked that this wasn’t smooth, or perfect, or planned down to the last second. I liked that I wanted him and I was doing something about it.
I settled between his knees and looked up at him.
He was so big like this. All hard muscle and warm skin and controlled breath. His hands rested on the seat, fingers spread wide. He could have lifted me away with no effort at all.
He didn’t.
I reached for the ties of his pants.
“Hold still,” I said.
His jaw flexed.
Then he held still. Desire moved through me, slow and hot.
I worked him free.
Even knowing him, even having had him inside me, I had to pause when his cock filled my hands. He was thick and heavy, already hard, the head slick with want. I wrapped both hands around him and still couldn’t make my fingers meet.
His eyes stayed on my face.
“You don’t have to,” he said.
I stroked him once, from base to tip, slow enough to make his breath catch. “I want to.”
Then I leaned down and licked him.
He tasted of salt and heat. His hands gripped the seat, and the leather creaked under his fingers. The sound went straight through me.
I took the head of his cock into my mouth.
I couldn’t take much, so I used my hands for the rest, sliding them over him while my tongue circled the head. He groaned, low and rough, and the sound settled around us.
My body answered it.
I was already wet. Already aching.
But this was for him.
For me too, in a way, I was still learning how to admit. I liked having him like this, liked the way his thighs tensed around me and the way his stomach tightened with every stroke.
I liked knowing that I could make him lose control, and that he trusted me enough to let it happen.
I pulled back to breathe, then took him again.
Kazan’s hips jerked once. Barely. He stopped himself at once, every muscle locking down.
Always so careful.
I loved him for it.
I loved making careful hard.
