I slide deeper, slow enough to feel every inch of her take me. Her mouth falls open. Her nails dig into my shoulders.
“That’s it,” I say. “Take me.”
She whimpers.
I move carefully at first, watching her face, learning the difference between pain and pleasure as it changes in her eyes. Then her hips lift, just a little, meeting me.
That tiny movement nearly kills me.
I lower my forehead to hers.
“There you are.”
She gasps as I thrust again, deeper now. “Jordan.”
“Mine tonight,” I say, voice rough. “Mine in this bed. Mine in that hotel this weekend. Mine every time you look at me like you don’t know how to ask for what you need.”
Her body clenches around me.
I feel her pleasure building again, feel it in the way her pussy tightens, in the way her breathing breaks, in the way she stops holding back.
I slide a hand between us and find her clit, wet and swollen from my mouth. She cries out the second I touch her.
“That’s it. Come for me again.”
“I can’t.”
“You can.”
Her eyes fly open. “Jordan.”
“I’ve got you.”
I thrust slow and deep, rubbing her clit with firm circles until her body locks around me. She comes with a broken sound, clinging to me, and the feel of her pulsing around my cock takes the last of my restraint.
I bury my face against her neck and come hard, holding myself deep, teeth clenched against the kind of sound a man makes when he realizes he has lost more than control.
For a long moment, there is only her breathing and mine.
Then I lift my head.
Natalie looks up at me like she has crossed a line and found me waiting on the other side.
I brush damp hair from her face. “You all right?”
She blinks slowly. “I think so.”
That almost gets a smile out of me.
I kiss her forehead, then her mouth.
When I pull back, her eyes are soft and heavy. “Was that lesson two?”
I look down at her, spread under me, claimed in every way that matters.
“No.”
Her brows pull together.
