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"I like watching you follow them." She pulls her breast from my mouth and shifts higher on her knees. Her hand reaches between us, and her fingers wrap around my cock, positioning the head against her entrance. "Tell me you want this."

"I want this."

"Tell me how much."

"Enough to sit still while you take your time." I watch her face, the flush spreading across her chest, the way her lips part when the tip of me nudges inside her. "Enough to let you use me however you need."

Her eyes darken. "That's a dangerous thing to say to me."

"I know."

She sinks down. One slow, devastating inch at a time, her body opening around me while her breathing turns ragged and her fingers dig into my shoulders. I feel every fraction of her surrender as her walls stretch and grip, and the wet heat of her swallows me until she's seated flush in my lap with my cock buried so deep I can feel her pulse around me.

"Fuck." My head drops back against the wall. "You feel incredible."

"Stay still." She lifts slightly, then sinks back down, and my hips fight the urge to thrust. "I said stay still."

"I'm trying."

"Try harder." She rolls her hips in a slow grind that presses her clit against my pelvis, and the movement shifts me inside her in a way that makes her gasp. "You wanted to look at me, so look."

I look. She rides me with her spine straight and her head tipped back, breasts swaying with every roll of her hips. The warm light catches the sheen of sweat forming on her collarbone and the taut line of her stomach. My hands itch to grab her waist, her hips, the curve of her backside, but I keep them flat on the bench and let her set every measure of pace and depth.

"You're so fucking beautiful like this." My voice comes out rough. "Spread open on my cock, taking what you need."

Her pace increases. She lifts higher and drops harder, and each stroke drives me deeper. The sound of our bodies fills the changing suite, wet and rhythmic and obscene, and her breathing breaks into short, sharp gasps.

"Tell me." She braces one hand against the wall behind my head, and the new angle lets her take me even deeper. "Tell me how I feel."

"Tight." I watch her face contort with pleasure. "Wet. You're gripping me so hard I can feel you clench every time I hit the right spot."

"Where?" She grinds forward, searching. "Here?"

"Lower." I shift my hips a fraction, and her whole body jolts. "There."

"Oh God." She repeats the motion, and her thighs begin to shake. "Right there, right there."

"Keep doing that." I clench my jaw against the pressure building at the base of my spine. "You're going to make yourself come on me."

"I know." Her rhythm turns frantic, her hips chasing the angle that lights her up from the inside. "I'm close."

"Look at me when you come."

Her eyes open, green and wrecked, and she holds my gaze while her body shatters. She clenches around me in rhythmic waves, and her mouth opens but no sound comes out, and I watch every second of it because she told me to look, and I'm doing exactly what the doctor ordered.

She collapses forward against my chest, breathing hard, and my cock throbs inside her while her walls still flutter around me. I haven't come yet, and the restraint is costing me every ounce of discipline I have.

Her mouth finds my ear. "You stayed still."

"Not by choice."

She laughs against my neck, and the vibration runs through her body into mine. "You can move your hands now."

My hands come off the bench and land on her hips hard enough to make her gasp. I grip the curve of her backside with both palms and hold her open while I thrust up into her, and the new angle drives me so deep that her eyes roll back.

"Alexei."

"That's my name." I thrust again, harder. "Say it again."