Page 79 of That Rush

I do, lifting until only the head remains inside me before taking him all the way back to the base. Each downward stroke hits deeper. My breasts move with the rhythm, and his attention shifts between them and the place where our bodies meet.

“You like watching,” I breathe.

“I like watching the librarian who tells everyone else to be quiet fuck herself on my cock.”

A moan slips out of me.

Aiden’s hands tighten on my hips. “There she is.”

“Who?”

“The woman hiding underneath all those cardigans and sensible rules.”

“I don’t hide.”

“No?” His eyes hold mine as I take him deep again. “Then tell me what you want.”

“I want you to touch my clit.”

His mouth curves with approval. “Where?”

I catch his hand and place his thumb against me. “Right here.”

“Here.”

“Show me.”

I guide one circle, then another. “Like that.”

He follows exactly, matching the pressure to every movement of my hips. Pleasure builds until my legs begin to shake.

“Yes,” he says, his voice rough.

“What?”

“You telling me how to make it better.” His thumb keeps the circle I showed him. “I want to know exactly how to make this pussy come.”

My rhythm stutters. He isn’t just letting me lead. He wants me to tell him. He wants the instruction, the correction, every honest sound I make when he gets it right.

“Aiden.”

“I’ve got you.”

His arm circles my waist, and he rolls us without slipping out of me. The mattress catches my back. He braces above me, one hand still between us.

“Tell me what you need.”

I wrap my legs around him. “Fuck me harder.”

Aiden goes still for one breath.

“What?” I ask.

“I fucking love hearing you say that.”

His hips draw back slowly, leaving me empty except for the head of his cock.

“Say it again, sweetheart.”