Page 65 of The Heart We Guard
She goes to my wallet and pulls a condom from it. “But until then...”
I take it from her when she hands it to me and put it on. And it’s hard to be disappointed when she smiles at me for doing as she asked.
I curl my index finger and encourage her back to the bed. “Get back here.”
As she climbs over me, the sun starts to crack the horizon, casting a soft, muted glow through the window. We’re going to have to close the curtains before we fall back to sleep.
“Where was I?” she says, flirting with me.
I’ve had plenty of women flirt. Most of them have been really heavy-fucking-handed.
But Greer’s light-hearted style is the perfect mix of sexy and sweet.
“Was it like this?” she asks. Her hands are on her hips.
I shake my head. “Your hands were in your hair.”
She scoops all the white-blonde hair up between her fingers and lifts it on top of her head. “Better?” she asks.
“Fucking perfect.”
I move a little until I’m positioned beneath her and line up my cock so it just brushes her entrance. Then, I look up at her. “Lower yourself onto me slowly, Greer. An inch at a time. Wanna savor that pussy of yours welcoming me home.”
When she does as I ask, I’m torn between giving in to how fucking amazing it feels to be back inside her again and addressing the sheer look of concentration on her face that I know is being caused by my instruction.
“Relax, Greer. An inch, give or take. I’m not getting the measuring tape out.”
Her shoulders relax as she lifts off me. “Sorry.”
“Don’t be. Just a bit at a time.”
My kinks are plenty, but I get off on knowing Greer cares about getting this right. Exactly how I want it. Exactly how I described.
But I also don’t want her to be so overwhelmed that she takes the instructions literally and can’t enjoy it.
The second time she lowers herself, I fist the bottom of my cock so she can’t go too far, and her shoulders relax further.
My girl needs rules that are specific enough that she knows what to do, but not so specific that she’s worrying about preciseness.
And it feels good to think of her as my girl.
When she lifts again, I shift from a fist to just a few fingers.
But, fuck, it’s enough.
“Greer,” I groan at the feel of her warmth sucking me in.
One of her hands slips from her hair, and she starts reaching around for something. Uncertain what she’s looking for, I offer her my other hand, and she clings to it.
This time, when she lifts off me and slides back down, I move my fingers completely.
“Nolan,” she cries when she seats herself fully.
I say nothing because my eyes have just rolled to the back of my head, and I might become a one-pump chump. I bite down on my tongue, letting the pain take me back from the edge while I try to recite the ride-out order of my brothers’ motorcycles, starting with my own.
And I can tell how close I am when I can’t remember what motorcycles Atom and Wraith, who have ridden in the same positions behind me for years, ride.
“Come here,” I say once I have myself under control, tugging her close. I put us back in the positions we were in when she was grinding against me. My arms are wrapped tightly around her. “Spread your knees a little wider.”
