Page 108 of Already Callin’ You Mine

“I want to watch you,” I say, running my hands along her body. “I want to watch your beautiful body as you use me.”

“I’m not very good at this position,” she admits, catching her lips between her teeth. I don’t know when she picked up this new little habit, but it might just be the end of me.

“You’re perfect.” I line her up with my dick, lifting her hips just enough to tease her entrance. She’s hot, wet, and so inviting that I have to hold back so I don’t take over. “This is perfect.”

Presley smiles, leaning forward and kissing me. It’s soft, gentle, and full of an emotion I’m not ready to say out loud. One that is front and center in this moment. Taking over and driving everything I do.

I shift underneath her, and she takes the hint, sinking down on my length. Now it’s my turn to fight back the groan, the sheer intensity of connecting with her almost enough to push me over the edge. She takes me inch by inch, slowly, completely, and I feel like I’m coming home. Exactly where I belong.

Inside her.

“Fuck!” Presley screams. It’s loud, harsh, and my sentiment exactly.

“Shhhh, Mama…” I say, pulling her into me. “Don’t wanna wake anyone up…”

I pull my hips back, then slide back into her. Presley moans into my mouth, trying to disguise it with a kiss. It works—sorta. More than anything, it sparks something in her.

Fire appears in her eyes, freedom taking over. Leaning back, Presley shakes her head, letting her hair fall over her shoulders as she starts to move. Her hips buck and swivel, hands landing on her breasts, putting on a show. One that has me mesmerized.

I watch her, the sweet pleasure from her movements running through me, the visuals accompanying it more than I deserve. Her trust and willingness to open up like this, to explore this, is more than I can ever repay.

Fuck, she seriously is perfect.

“That’s it, baby, ride me…” I encourage her, unable to voice my real thoughts. It’s too much and she feels too good.

I meet her thrust for thrust, giving in to the moment. We lose ourselves in it. In the sweet symphony that our bodies are playing, a melody only we can hear. We’re a jumble of limbs and movements, our ragged breathing the only real soundtrack.

“Jace…come with me…”

Your wish is my command…

I reach between us, finding her clit, searching for a way to get her there. To make her fall apart again. But Presley has another idea.

She bats away my hand, replacing it with hers. My eyes go wide, my exhale getting caught in my lungs as I watch her play with herself. She circles her clit furiously, picking up the pace on my dick, her pussy squeezing me even harder. Fuck me…I’m not going to last.

“Pres…” I groan, unable to hold back.

I grab her hips, thrusting into her hard and fast. The base of my spine starts to tingle, lust flooding all my senses, clouding my vision as I focus on one thing and one thing only. Hurtling us off that cliff.

“Jace…”

My name on her lips is all it takes. My orgasm slams into me, and I go taut underneath her, trying my best not to scream. Everything in me explodes into tiny pieces of light, pure pleasure weaving its way into the fiber of my muscles. Off in the distance I hear a muffled moan, and then feel the bite of teeth into my skin.

Presley has lurched herself forward, burrowing her head into me as her own climax takes over. I wrap my arms around her, holding her tight as her pussy spasms around me. I don’t let go, even as her body slows, her breath tickling my skin.

There’s a long drawn-out silence, nothing but a faint buzzing in my ears as we both take a moment, trying to regain control of ourselves. Something that I’m not sure is possible.

Because right now, I’m only feeling one thing.

No, make that two—because I feel the need to say that one thing out loud.

Is it a faux pas to say those words for the first time after sex?

Probably. I don’t want her thinking that’s the only reason I’m saying them. Because it’s not. I mean them. Every single ounce of them.

“Jace…” Presley whispers into my shoulder.

My pulse stutters. The sound of her whispering my name—so softly, sweetly, like it’s a prayer—is enough to rev my engines all over again. If there was a way to bottle it up, I would. Keep it tucked away in my pocket so I could hear it any time I need a pick-me-up.

“Yeah, Mama?” I whisper back, afraid of disturbing her.

She pushes up, rolling off of me and separating us. The move is awkward and disruptive, sending cool air whooshing between us. Thankfully she snuggles right back into me, resting her head on my chest.

“Stay?” She runs her hands along my pecs, smoothing out the hair on my chest. “Have a sleepover with me?”

I melt. Instantly and fully. She’s crazy if she thinks I was going anywhere.

“Wild horses couldn’t drag me away.”