Page 69 of Scatter the Bones

He slides his hand under my butt, tilting my hips.

“This?” he teases, pushing inside me.

Need strips the smart comeback from my lips. I lift my legs, wrapping them around his waist. I rest my palms against his cheeks and desire locks our gazes together.

His cocky demeanor dissolves, lines of tension cord his neck as he slowly thrusts inside me. White-hot bursts of pleasure spark through me with each inch. The relentless stretch teeterson the edge of pain and pleasure, finally landing onholy-fucking-amazing.

“That’s my girl,” he whispers. “I love being inside you.” He withdraws slightly, then thrusts in harder. “Could stay here all night.”

I clench around him, and he squeezes his eyes shut.

“I like you on top of me like this,” I whisper.

“I’m not squishing you?”

“No.” I clamp my legs around him tighter and roll my hips. “You make me feel like a sexy, safe little bundle.” I roll my hips again. “And hit something really good at this angle.”

Amusement sparks over his expression and he slowly slides out, until only the tip of his cock is inside me. Then he eases inside deeper. Each time a little faster. His arms slide under me, cradling me to him until we’re one sweaty, connected ball of pleasure.

All my awareness shatters as he works up to a relentless, pounding rhythm that rattles my bones. My breathy whimpers and his ragged breathing combine, filling the silence.

Wave after wave of warmth unfolds over me. I squeeze my eyes shut and allow the mindless bliss to obliterate me.

“Good girl,” he croons against my neck, never slowing down.

Before I have a chance to recover or even open my eyes, he tightens his arms around me and twists our bodies, until I’m on top. Instinctively, my hips keep moving.

“What beautiful view.” He reaches up and brushes my hair out of my eyes.

I rest my hands on his chest and slowly roll my hips. “Are you tired? Need me to take over?” I tease.

A lazy smile curls his lip, and he tucks one hand behind his head. “Yup.”

Still watching me, he brings his thumb to my mouth, pushing inside. “Suck for me.”

I swirl my tongue around it a few times and he pulls free. “Now lean back.”

“I thought this was my show?” It sounds like a protest, but my body’s already following his directions. Delightful sensations pulse through me as I rest my hands against his thighs, slowing my movements.

He brings his thumb to my sensitized clit, rubbing gently. His touch still overwhelms me. I let out a yelp but circle my hips faster.

This orgasm rips through me in a brutal, mind-numbing streak. My back arches, my legs shake, bursts of light explode behind my eyelids, and my pulse pounds in my ears.

Heavy hands clamp down on my shoulders and he slams up into me, twisting my orgasm into something entirely new. Sharper. Deeper. I curl my hands around his arms, hanging on for dear life. My breasts bob and jiggle, and I release him to cross my arms over my chest.

“No.” He taps my arm. “Either play with your nipples or put your hands back where they were. I want to watch.” He shifts his hands to my waist, squeezing and holding me right where he wants.

I curl my fingers around his arms again.

“Good girl.” He thrusts harder, lifting his head from the pillows to watch. “Fuck.”

I cling to him, dazed from my orgasm but elated that I have the power to make him completely lose control.

Finally, he comes with a long, low groan. Our chests heave and our ragged breathing fills the room. He roughly pulls me down, hugging me to his chest and kisses my forehead. Breathing hard, eyes bright, he pulls away, eyes searching my face. “You kill me in the best way, woman.”

“You give the best orgasms.” I press a kiss over his heart. “And so many of them.”

He rumbles with laughter, his body shaking under me. Unable to get enough of him, I bury my face against his neck and lick the salt from his skin.

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