Page 86 of Rogue Lyon

“Ah, for the love of…” He gritted his teeth. “That’s nice.”

“I want to make you feel more than nice.”

“Oh, don’t worry. You will.”

He was still balanced above her, elbows locked, eyes closed, as though lost to the moment, to her, to her hands and what she was doing to his long, thick cock.

She watched his face, fascinated, studying every line and twitch and gasp that drew from his lips.

He was truly beautiful.

And all hers.

After a moment, he rolled to the side, forcing her to release him. “That is too nice. I will spoil our fun.” He gripped his cock, pressing his thumb over the tip, then let out a few long, steadying breaths.

Meredith pushed to sitting and trailed her fingertip over his chest. She circled his small, dark nipples.

He stared up at her. “Ride me.”

“‘Ride’ you?”

“Yes, as though I were a wild stallion you need to tame.”

She laughed, a sudden, fast sound. “You are incorrigible, husband of mine.”

“Would you have me any other way?”

“I believe not.” She looked at his cock. “Just…ride you?”

“Yes, sit on my cock. It will be good, for both of us.”

She believed him. Every other time he’d said that, he’d been right. She knew about chess; he knew about sex. That was how it was. They taught each other.

So she positioned herself over him, knees bent at his hips and her cunny hovering over his cock.

“That’s it. Just take me into your body. Sit on me.”

She flattened her hands on his chest and lowered as he guided his cock into her damp cunny. “Oh, yes…” Every memory came flooding back as his cock stretched her and filled her. She kept on going until she’d taken him completely and her ass was on his thighs.

A sheen of sweat sparkled on his brow. “Damn, you feel good.”

“So do you.” She experimented with grinding her hips. “Oh…yes.” Her bud had caught on his body and his cock had rubbed a spot inside her that felt so intense.

“Meredith.” He ran his hands into her hair and held her face to his. “Like that. More. Like that.”

She didn’t need telling twice and set up a steady, firm rhythm that soon had her breathless and the pressure in her cunny building. “Is it…good for you?”

“So good.” He was breathing fast. “Incredible.”

He cupped her breasts and caught her nipples between his fingers, tugging slightly.

She moaned and was lost to sensation. Sensations she was in control of. The rest of the world ceased to exist as she rode them both toward climax. The pressure was building. Spiraling and coiling and knotting up, ready to release in an explosion of bliss.

“My love…” He gritted his teeth. “In the name of… Oh…”

She recognized that he was close and let herself burst into ecstasy. “Jules!” She cried out his name over and over and pushed her release into the most wonderfully intense wave of ecstasy.

He released with her, filling her with heat as he throbbed in her spasming cunny.