Page 46 of Desired By Eros

She held his stare for a beat before whispering, “I like feeling.”

“So, what will feel good?” he asked, his voice lower now, waiting.

She held his gaze, a slow smile forming. “Hmm,” she murmured and grasped his hand, placing it between her legs. “This will.”

For the first time, he felt the thrill of knowing she wanted him just as much as he wanted her. The quiet longing in her eyes, the way she leaned into his touch—all of it sent a surge of exhilaration through him. “You’re really wet.”

“Mm-hmm,” she sighed as he moved his fingers in her.

“You know what that means, right?”

“Yes, that I want you, and I’m really turned on.”

Fuck, if hearing her say those words didn’t make him even harder.

“But I have to be ready for you.”

“You do?”

“Yes,” she said, wrapping her soft hand around his cock. “You’re big, so I have to be ready.”

She wasn’t even trying to be seductive or talk dirty, yet it only made him want her more.

“Fuck, Psyche,” he said, pushing her onto her knees. “You’re ready enough, and if you’re not, we’ll go slow. I just need to be inside you. Right now.”

“Okay,” she balanced a hand on his shoulder, the other one guiding him inside her, and then she slowly slid down inch by inch.

He held his breath, watching his cock disappear into her, feeling her warmth tight around him. He wanted her to go faster, to fuck her hard, to feel her move. But he let her take her time until he was as deep as he could be.

“Are you okay?” she asked.

“More than okay,” he said and looked into her hazel eyes. “Why?”

“It’s just you’re so tense,” she squeezed his shoulders. “Does it not feel good?”

“It feels so good that I don’t know if I want to fuck you hard or just stay like this so that I don’t come too soon.”

“Oh,” she bit her lip but then moved and adjusted her angle so he was even deeper inside her.

He gripped her hips. “Psyche,” he groaned.

“But isn’t that the point? To come?” she whispered in his ear.

“That’s it,” he said, and there was no going back. He began moving her and meeting each downward slide. He was lost in the sensations, her pussy gripping him, her nipple against his tongue, her soft ass in his hands.

“Touch your clit, Psyche. Help me get you off. I want to feel you orgasm around my cock.”

And damn, if words and guidance were all it took, she responded beautifully, following his lead with perfect attention. Soon enough, he heard soft moans from her, and she arched into him, her body shuddering against him. It was all over, and he was groaning, his orgasm thundering through him, comingapart and joining her. He buried his face into her neck, breathing her in, licking and sucking her skin.

He held her close until their skin cooled and they caught their breath, and then he lay back on the bed, bringing her with him.

“Psyche?” he stroked his hand down her back.

“Mmm,” was all he heard.

“Okay, you’re still awake.”

“More than that, more than alive.”

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