Page 146 of Give & Take

“Don’t fuck with me, Raph,” I say, a wild woman now. “Let me ride your cock.”

He could make me wait. He could lovingly punish and withhold. He’s done it before.

But not this time. This time, he leans me back and sinks himself into me, tilting his hips to fill me all the way.

The sound he makes—the way he feels—it’s indescribable. “Jesus, Sunshine,” he breathes. “Nothinghas ever felt so good.”

He’s moving slowly, languidly, like he wants to make this last. I whimper with each thrust, wanting to rut myself against him.

He’s holding me at bay.

He’s driving me crazy.

“Nothing?” I gasp. “Not even that time you did the thing with Silicon Simon?” I want to get back at him for making me wait.

“I can’t believe you’d mention his name right now.”

I laugh softly, then let out a guttural sound as he thrusts to his hilt. This is what we do, we tease while we fuck. And it’s everything to me. Without it I’m not sure I’d be able to manage the intensity of what it feels like to be with him.

We lock eyes once more, and suddenly the world tilts on its axis as he stands up, taking me with him.

“What are you doing?’

He gets up and whirls me around, pressing me up against a nearby pillar. “I need to see you, Sunshine. I need to look in your eyes when I come inside of you. I need you to know you’re mine.”

I nod. I want to be his. I so very badly do.

It doesn’t take long. With my legs wrapped around him, he’s able to bring a thumb to my clit, pressing soft, slick circles in just the right rhythm. He knows what I like.

He knows what makes me scream. And scream I do, a minute later, as great waves of pleasure rock through me.

He comes a moment later, filling me with his hot release.

But more than that, he says my name.

“Lana. Lana. Lana.” Like he’ll never get enough.

Chapter 40

Lana

Iclose my eyes, letting the roar of the motorcycle fill my ears. If there’s anything that makes you well aware every moment in life is fleeting, it’s being not-even-strapped to the back of a powerful machine, dipping and angling around the curves of the gorgeous pacific coast under starlight, behind a man who’s turned your whole life upside down.

“You okay?” Raph asks through the speakers.

“I don’t know,” I whisper, clinging to his waist. He’s warm and hard under me. Steady and sure.

But he didn’t hear my words. He wraps a hand around my back, checking, holding me close. “You want to turn around?” he asks.

“No,” I say, loud enough for the speaker to pick up.

It feels like a metaphor.

Now, as we lean into another corner, I think that this feels almost as good, the wind sluicing off my bare arms. The cold air is bracing, but it’s a sensation that makes me feel deeply alive.

Not unlike how Raph makes me feel at all times.

It doesn’t take long to reach the end of the highway up north. We pull over before the ferry terminal, which is what you need to use to reach the next stretch of coast.

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