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She slides onto my cock with ease and lets out a loud sigh as she settles in place.

Although I can’t see her face, and I fucking love seeing her face when she comes, I also love this position. From here, I have full access to her breasts, her nipples, the swell of her hips, her soft stomach, her clit.

From here, I can play all the notes her body loves.

From here, I can edge her into oblivion.

And as the thought crosses my mind, I realize… perhaps that is the answer. Perhaps that’s how we get her to stop sparking. Teach her what it feels like to almost explode and for that sensation to go away.

So, I start slowly. I run my hands over her body, focussing on all the sensual spots I’ve learned drive her wild. Each time, building pressure, alternating between rough and smooth, hard and soft, fast and slow.

As I play with her clit, making large circles that bring shaky breaths to her chest, she gasps and encourages me to move faster. Keep the rhythm. Don’t break it. Don’t stop.

She’s climbing towards a climax.

I remind her to focus.

Her skin is getting hot. A small spark of ash flutters from her back.

She’s getting close. I can feel the tension of her muscles around me as I thrust up into her.

And just as she’s coiling up, ready to unravel, I stop.

She almost jerks forward with disappointment. “Mack… no. Don’t stop…”

I kiss her neck, pulling her soft auburn hair to one side. Then slide my hands up her stomach toward her breasts.

“Please..” She grabs my hand, but when I won’t move it, she thrusts her own fingers down toward her clit.

I take hold of her wrist, then decide to let her play.

Her breathing changes. She braces one hand on my thigh and tilts her hips to find a new angle. But then I take her hips and ease her off my lap.

Stumbling she turns around and looks down at me, frustration simmering in her mismatched eyes.

Without speaking, I take her hands and ease her back onto my shaft. She loops her arms around my neck and kisses me deeply.

“Are you going to let me come?” she pants.

“Eventually.” I trace her lips with my finger. “When I’m certain you can be trusted.”

With a groan of frustration, Nova begins to move more forcefully up and down, as if she’ll win whatever game we’re playing if she can make me come before she does.

I grab her hips, fingers digging into her softness. Then I move my hands to her ass. Watching her on top of me is driving me to the edge, and when she encourages my mouth to her nipples, I almost lose it completely.

Leaning back, making room for my hand between us, she brings my fingers back to her clit. I find the same rhythm, the quick-quick-slowwww-quick-quick-slowwww that drives her wild.

This time, I allow a few more sparks to fly before I stop.

Nova punches the seat behind my head and her eyes flash angrily.

Then her eyes catch on something and widen.

I turn, peering over her shoulder to see Kole and Tanner making out in the seats behind us.

They don’t often kiss, but when they do it is guaranteed to make Nova instantly wet.

“Tell me what you see,” I whisper, dipping my hand back between Nova’s legs as I start to move inside her again.