“Nera…I want…” He could barely string words together. “I want to be inside you.”
She raised her head, licked her lips. “I’d like to feel you spill down my throat. But I want you inside me, too.”
His cock twitched in her hands, and she smiled. She let go of him to pull the T-shirt over her head. Then she was rising above him.
His lungs constricted. It was the first time he’d really seen her naked. She was all slim, muscled limbs, a small waist, and the gentle flare of hips. So damned beautiful. Her breasts were high and firm, her nipples pink against her smooth skin. She lifted her hips, and used one hand to position him between her thighs. Then, watching him, she sank down.
“God.” He threw his head back deeper into the pillow, but he never looked away from her nebula eyes. Her lips parted as she took him inside her. She was tight and hot, and it took her a little while to work him all the way inside.
“You fill me up, Niklas.” She pressed her palms to his chest, her nails biting into his skin. Their gazes stayed locked. Then she started to move.
Sliding up and down, she was graceful at first. She looked like some pagan priestess, taking a faithful worshipper on a sensual journey.
But beneath that sense of reverence, he felt wild desire ignite—hot and scorching. It was pure need, nothing divine about it. She started moving faster, slamming down on him harder. Her teeth sank into her bottom lip.
“That’s it,” he groaned. “Ride me.”
“I always knew it would be like this.”
“Like what?” he asked.
Her eyes opened. “Perfect.”
With a growl, he lifted his hips up, meeting her downward stroke. He sank into her as deep as he could go, and she moaned.
He felt his release growing, circling at the base of his spine. But he wanted to watch her come first. “Come for me, Nera.” He felt the fine tremors in her body, knew she was close.
She shook her head. “Can’t. I just want to watch you come.”
He frowned. No way in hell. He wanted to see her pleasure first. “Youwillcome.”
Her eyes flashed. “You aren’t in charge of me, Niklas.”
“Maybe not. But I am the man who’s in charge of your pleasure.” He moved one arm down. “I’m going to touch you.”
She stared at his hand, her hips still rising and falling. She didn’t say a thing.
He took that for assent. He cupped her breast and flicked at the nipple with his thumb. She made a small sound.
Later, he promised that he was going to suck those pretty nipples into his mouth and explore every inch of her skin with his tongue.
But for now, he traced a path down her middle, touching her belly button, and admiring the sleek muscles of her flat stomach. “All this lean, attractive strength.” Then he dipped lower. Her movements slowed, her body tensing a little.
Softly, he touched her between her thighs. He moved lower until he felt where they were joined, then he slid his fingers up and found the hard nub of her clit. “Keep riding, Nera.”
She rose and fell again, and the movement made his fingers rub against her.
She gasped, then clamped down on him. Her movements became faster, harder.
He moved his thumb, tried small, firm circles, flicks, and gently pinching her clit between his fingers. He discovered what made her cry out.
He smiled, then he kept caressing. She was losing her rhythm, driving herself down onto him mindlessly, focused only on sensation.
“Niklas.”
He heard the faint tremor in her voice. “I’m here, I’ve got you.”
Another plunge and she exploded. Her back arched and she screamed his name. Nik had never heard anything so right before.
