I rolled my hips. He groaned and dropped his head until our foreheads touched. I said, “I want to make you finish, but I want to do it the way you want me to.”
He didn’t answer, so I moved until I could nibble on his ear, and whispered, “I want to make you to feel as good as you make me feel, Beckett.” I’d never wanted to do this for another partner before. I didn’t want to just have sex and lay there until he finished, which is what other men had wanted from me.
I felt a bit silly, asking him what he wanted, but pressed on anyway. “How can I do that for you? Do you want to keep me on my back, or do you want me to ride your cock? Or on my belly with my ass in the air for you?”
“Oh, god, Clara. Who knew you had such a dirty mouth?”
I grinned against his neck and dragged my teeth along the skin. I bit down just enough that he groaned and his cock twitched.
I tried one more time, remembering the phrase he’d only used once. “How can I be your good little princess, Beckett?”
Chapter Thirteen
Beckett
She was going to kill me.
I growled and wrapped my arms around her before I rolled us until she was seated on top of me. The comforter was soft against my back. The delighted shock on her face was quickly replaced by a wicked grin.
“I need you, Clara. Only you.”
She leaned down to give me a gentle kiss, then dragged her nails down my chest. Not hard enough to leave marks, but damn, I hoped she would.
“Do you want to be in control, Beckett?”
Her voice was quiet as she asked, but there was no judgment in it. She truly wanted to know so that she could be what I needed.
And god help me, I wanted the control. But not just for my own pleasure. I needed to make sure my partner was sated, more than once, before I would let myself finish. I don’t know where the drive to take care of others came from, never really thought about it before, but … how did she know?
The other partners I’d had enjoyed what I could give them but hadn’t pushed to give me pleasure in the same way, instead preferring to let me reach it on my own if I wanted.
But not my Clara. No, that wasn’t enough for her. She wanted to give me the same level of attention, of care, of pleasure, in whatever way I needed.
“Yes, I want to be in control. I want to play with your clit and watch you ride my cock, Clara.” I reached up and gripped her chin and made sure she met my gaze as I growled, “But you can’t finish until I tell you to.”
A dark desire had crept into her honey brown eyes, and she nodded. I swallowed hard as I felt her squeeze around my cock, even with the condom. Damn, but she was perfect.
“Good girl. Kiss me and then ride me so I can watch how well you take my cock.”
The kiss was soft and slow, but she nipped my bottom lip before she sat up and started to rock herself on me. Her obedience was a turn on, and I didn’t really need for her to fully submit to me, especially when that stubborn streak showed up and she added a little bit of malicious compliance to her actions.
I gripped her hip with one hand, holding on more than guiding. I pressed the thumb of my other hand to her mouth. Her lips, swollen from my kisses, parted for me.
A groan escaped as she let my thumb slide into her mouth and she licked and sucked. My cock twitched, and I saw the delight in her eyes. I grinned at her and moved my thumb to press against that small bundle of nerves. It, too, was swollen from my earlier attention.
Clara rolled her hips and her breath caught every time the movement increased the pressure from my thumb.
“That’s it, Clara. You look so fucking good as you ride my cock. Look at you, taking me so well.”
I took in the sight of her in this rawest of moments – hair mussed, sweat beading on her flushed skin, leaned back with both hands braced on my legs, wholly focused on this moment.
I memorized every line and curve of her, desperate to make it last but knowing my body wouldn’t. Already I could feel my orgasm building.
“Are you ready to come for me, little wren?”
She nodded, her thighs already shaking – whether from the effort of moving herself on me or holding back an orgasm, I couldn’t tell.
I needed her closer, needed to hold her as she came apart.
