Page 49 of Worth the Wait

"Clean," I confirm, entranced by the sight of her completely naked above me. "Last test was three months ago."

"Good." She positions herself over me, the tip of my cock brushing against her entrance. "Because I want to feel all of you."

She sinks down in one agonizingly slow movement, taking me to the hilt. We both freeze at the sensation—her tight heat enveloping me completely, the connection almost overwhelming after weeks of denied attraction.

"Fuck," she breathes, eyes closed as she adjusts to the fullness. "You feel?—"

"Perfect," I finish for her, hands gripping her hips with bruising intensity. "You feel perfect."

When she begins to move, it's with devastating precision. Each roll of her hips sends me into overdrive. I watch her—head thrown back, bottom lip caught between her teeth, breasts bouncing with each movement—and something possessive surges through me.

This controlled, meticulous woman is coming apart above me, taking her pleasure with single-minded focus. It's the most erotic thing I've ever witnessed, but a part of me wants to shatter that control, to see her completely undone.

I thrust upward, matching her rhythm but deepening the impact. Her eyes fly open in surprise and arousal, a gasp escaping her lips.

"Yes," she hisses, increasing her pace. "Just like that."

My thumb finds her clit, circling with firm pressure that has her thighs trembling against mine. Her movements become less coordinated, more frantic, as pleasure builds.

"Come for me," I urge, watching the flush spread across her chest, her neck. "Let me see you fall apart."

Her pussy walls clench me, her body quivering, her climax tearing a cry from her throat that sounds like my name. The sight of her coming undone is nearly enough to finish me, but I hold back, determined to draw this out.

In the momentary surrender of her orgasm, I flip our positions, pressing her into the mattress with my weight. Her eyes widen at the sudden shift.

"My turn," I growl, capturing her wrists and pinning them above her head.

"Jackson," she breathes my name like a confession.

I drive into her with renewed purpose, setting a rhythm that has her gasping beneath me. The power shift is intoxicating—her surrender all the more precious for how rarely she relinquishes control.

"Is this what you want?" I ask, voice rough with restraint. "Me taking charge?"

"Yes." The word is half moan, half plea as she arches against me. "God, yes."

I release her wrists to hook one of her legs over my shoulder, changing the angle to hit deeper. Her hands immediately find my back, nails scoring paths I'll proudly wear tomorrow.

Her second climax builds visibly—the flush deepening across her skin, the slight furrow between her brows, her breathinggrowing increasingly erratic. When I slip a hand between us, thumb circling her sensitive clit, she shatters completely.

The pulsing grip of her orgasm triggers my own release, vision narrowing to pinpoints as pleasure crashes through me in overwhelming waves. I collapse beside her, both of us breathing heavily in the aftermath.

For long moments, neither of us speaks, the only sound our gradually slowing heartbeats in the quiet hotel room. Her hand finds mine, fingers intertwining with unexpected tenderness after such raw passion.

"That was…" she begins, voice still husky.

"Yeah," I agree, turning to see her profile in the dim light—flushed, satisfied, somehow more beautiful for being thoroughly disheveled. "It was."

She shifts to face me, something vulnerable flickering beneath the lingering desire in her eyes.

"I should have known you'd be demanding," she says with a small laugh.

"Me?" I raise an eyebrow. "You're the one who just rode me like you were claiming territory."

Her blush deepens. "I've wanted to do that since I first saw you in the office."

The admission—this glimpse of how long she's been fighting the same attraction—sends a fresh surge of possessiveness through me. I trace her jawline with my thumb, marveling at the contrast between the fierce woman who took her pleasure so confidently and this softer version, willing to admit vulnerability.

"That makes two of us." My hand slides lower, following the elegant curve of her neck, the delicate line of her collarbone. "I had something slightly less corporate in mind during that first meeting."

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