Page 84 of Keep Him Like Secrets

It took superhuman self-control not to give in to the need for release when she let out a little whimper around my cock. Like she was enjoying this as much as I was.

Only then did she slowly move back, looking up at me with warm, needy eyes.

She moved to stand, and I sat up, reaching for the hem of her tee, pulling it up and off.

Goosebumps teased over her skin as my fingertips skimmed up her belly, teased under the bottom of her bra, then reached around to slide the clasps free.

The material fell to the floor as I leaned forward, pressing a kiss to the center of her chest, feeling the way a little shiver moved through her.

My hands trailed upward, closing over her breasts, fingers circling, rolling, twisting until little whimpers escaped her.

They drifted down, snagging the waistband of her pants and panties, and drew them down.

“Come here,” I demanded as she stepped out of the pants.

“No,” she said as I started to pull her to straddle me. “Like this.”

She turned, moving to straddle me but facing away, her back leaning into my chest as she let out a soft sigh when my hands were helpless but to explore her.

Her hips dropped down, and her hand slipped between us to guide me.

My body tensed as she rose over me, then slowly lowered down—inch by inch—her little mewling sounds making me need to fist my hands on her thighs so I didn’t grab her and pull her down.

If she wanted slow, I was going to let her go slow.

“You feel so good,” I murmured against her neck as she finally dropped onto my lap, my length settled deep.

Her head turned, seeking my lips, kissing me softly for a long moment. Before the need overtook her and her hips were rocking restlessly.

The position had me gliding against her front wall, engaging her G-spot, so even the tiniest of movements had her whimpering and moaning.

My hand slid between her thighs, engaging her clit as she kept rocking, driving herself slowly toward that cliff.

Then, with a hard pulsing around my cock, she came, her whole body shaking as a long, deep moan escaped her.

Her body was limp against me afterward.

But I wasn’t quite done with her yet.

I wanted her shaking with need.

I wanted her overwhelmed with sensation.

I wanted her tuned in.

I wanted her walls down.

I wanted her vulnerabilities raw and exposed.

So I could show her that I could handle them with care.

So even as she was still coming down from one orgasm, my hips started to gently rock up into her, driving her right back up.

Slowly.

Deliberately.

Ignoring her whimpers to go faster, holding her hips still when she tried to set the pace herself.

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