I slide one finger into her carefully, watching her face.
Tight.
So damn tight my vision nearly blanks.
She gasps, but her hips lift toward me.
“Good girl.”
Her pussy clenches around my finger.
I nearly groan.
I work her slowly, finger moving in a steady rhythm while my mouth returns to her clit. She writhes under me, helpless now, pleasure taking her in waves she has no idea how to control.
“That’s it,” I say against her. “Come on my mouth, Natalie.”
She breaks with my name on her lips, coming hard, shaking under me, thighs trembling against my shoulders, hands pulling at my hair like she needs something to hold while pleasure tears through her.
I keep my mouth on her until she whimpers.
Then I kiss my way back up her body.
Her eyes are dazed. Her mouth is swollen. Her cheeks are wet, though I do not think she knows she cried.
I kiss the tears away.
“You’re mine now,” I say against her skin. “Do you understand me?”
Her answer comes without hesitation. “Yes.”
I strip the rest of my clothes off. Her gaze drops, and her eyes widen when she sees me.
I give her time.
She deserves time.
Then she reaches for me, fingers wrapping around my cock with shy curiosity that almost sends me to my knees.
My control cracks.
I cover her hand with mine and show her how to stroke me once, twice, slow and firm. Her eyes stay on my face, watching what she does to me, and I have to take her wrist before she ruins me too soon.
“Enough,” I say, voice rough.
Her breathing is uneven. “Did I do it wrong?”
I lower over her. “You did it too well.”
That pleases her. I see the soft little spark before I kiss it off her mouth.
I brace on one arm and guide myself to her entrance. She is slick from my mouth, hot and open, but when I press forward, her body resists.
I stop.
Her hands grip my shoulders.
“Look at me,” I say.
