My hands find his shoulders and my nails dig in. Breathlessly I admit, “I have to say it’s kind of a turn on knowing you’ve been sleeping under my photo.”
“Oh yeah?” His lips curl up into a devilish smile that has me gushing for him.
I wrap my legs around his hips and grind up against him. I make a humming sound while nodding. “Yes,” the word hisses from my lips. “Now I need to feel you deep inside me. You don’t want me to keep aching, do you?”
The question is a tease, and his eyes darken while losing any softness. He doesn’t look away from me as he reaches into the bedside table and grabs a condom. I snatch it from him and the way his eyes light up tell me he’s very interested in having my hands on his cock.
After tearing the package open, I reach between us, my knuckles dragging against the ridges of his abs. I love the waythey tighten with the contact. I grip the base of his length, and he lets out a low groan filled with pleasure.
When I slide the condom down his shaft, he shudders. “You better guide me home,” he rasps.
The moment the crown of his cock meets my entrance, he thrusts forward until he’s buried deep inside me. I moan loudly, my limbs wrapping around him.
As he starts to move, I move with him, meeting him, urging him for more. The rhythm we find is relentless with an edge of desperation deeper than attraction.
He’s been sleeping under my photos. He chose this room, this place, for my art. His inner sanctum.
I might not survive this man, but I can’t deny that I’ve already fallen for him.
His mouth trails down my neck and chest until he can suck one of my nipples into his mouth. My back arches and I press my body into his.
“More,” I pant out the word, “Prez.”
“Fuck, Teach,” he grunts as he starts to pound into me.
His mouth slams down on mine, the kiss is feral. My eyes roll back in my head, a glimpse of my photo above us and upside down.
“Give it to me,” he demands. “Your pleasure is mine.”
The way his words wash over me pushes me closer to the edge. He slams into me again and rotates his hips just right. My body tightens around his length while my thighs squeeze him.
“That’s it,” his words feel like praise and I soak them up. “Fuck,” he grits out through his teeth.
He pushes balls deep inside of me and I feel the warmth of him filling the condom while he lets out a moan. My toes curl as I cling to him, my walls milking him.
“Always so fucking good,” he whispers against my neck after he buries his face there.
I giggle and breathe out, “Always. But I don’t want to speak too highly of you and give you too big a head.”
With a huffed-out breath, he kisses my skin and then rolls us. His hands slide down my back, and my body relaxes over his.
As the sweat cools on our skin and our breathing returns to normal, I can’t help but feel like I’m right where I’m supposed to be.
CHAPTER 16
RYKER
I lean forward where I’m sitting on the edge of my bed, my elbows resting on my knees. It’s not easy to stop myself from bouncing my leg, but I do. There’s a certain anticipation thrumming through me tonight and I know exactly why it’s buzzing underneath my skin.
Ezra has settled into being here over the last few days. The evidence of her living in my home has started to spread.Watching her find her new normal has been a revelation.
The first day she walked around the house like a scared deer. She seemed to be unwilling to even take heavy steps. It was as if she wasn’t sure if she should take up space or not.
As much as I wanted to tell her she can take up as much room as she likes, I figured treating it as normal would allow her to relax. It’s been gradual, but she has.
Without even needing to be in the room, I can see how my woman has left her mark on the place. I rigged something up for her to hang the bell from. Since I put it in the living room, it means I get to watch her while she’s working on it.
Right out there for me to enjoy.
