Page 78 of That Rush

His hands settle at my hips. “Slow.”

“I can handle it.”

“I know you can.” His grip tightens enough to stop me from dropping down too quickly. “Give your body time to adjust.”

The concern in his voice steadies me. I sink lower, letting the stretch build gradually until a sharp edge of discomfort makes me pause.

Aiden goes completely still.

“That okay?”

“Yes.” I shift my hips and take another inch. “You’re just…a lot.”

His jaw tightens. “That may be the best thing anyone has ever said to me.”

I laugh, and the movement pushes him deeper.

The laugh breaks into a gasp.

“Easy,” he says, although his voice sounds anything but calm. “You’re almost there.”

I brace my hands on his chest and sink down the rest of the way. The stretch turns into a deep, full pressure that steals my breath when my thighs finally meet his hips.

“Fuck.”

Aiden’s fingers tighten against me. “Say that again.”

I look down at him. “What?”

“Fuck.” His voice drops into a rough rasp. “I like hearing the town’s sweet librarian say it with my cock buried inside her.”

My pussy tightens around him.

His eyes darken. “Exactly like that.”

“That good?”

I make a slow, experimental rock. Pleasure pulses through me, heavier and fuller than anything his mouth or hands gave me. This is all of him inside me, his cock dragging against places that have never felt this good before.

“Again,” I say.

Aiden’s grip tightens as I lift and lower. “Take it exactly how you want it.”

I find a rhythm, bracing my palms on his chest. He watches his cock disappear inside me, and the undisguised hunger on his face makes my pussy tighten around him again.

“Fuck, Paige.” His eyes lift to mine. “Do that again.”

“What?”

“Squeeze my cock like that.”

Heat rushes over my face, but I tighten around him deliberately.

His head presses into the pillow. “Good girl.”

The rough praise makes me move faster.

“That’s it,” he says. “Ride me.”