Page 183 of Dove
Her hands came over mine, pushing them away. It only encouraged them to migrate south, my thumb seeking out her swollen clit.
“Josh.”This time my name was groaned more in annoyance than lust.
Dove twisted so fast I slipped out of her. She crawled to the other side of the bed, where her cell was on the nightstand.
I growled, lunging after her as she reached for her phone.
She let out a shriek as my fingers dug into her hips and yanked her back.
Dove tried to say something, but I ignored her, not caring that she was face down, practically stretched out on her belly. My knees spread hers as I slid back inside her to the hilt, her ass flush with my groin.
I kept one hand wrapped around the curve of her waist while the other clasped the back her neck, pinning her down firmly but gently.
“We’re busy, Dove,” I reminded her huskily, my fingers tangling in her long hair.
Her phone made a thud as it fell off the side of the bed, forgotten. She cried out, hiding her face in the covers as I pulled out nearly all the way and thrust back in, this time without mercy. She spasmed around me, and I couldn’t hold back my groan as she tightened around me like a vise.
We’d come a long way since the first time I took her—when I’d been half convinced I’d gone too far. But she’d made it clear that she liked it when I took charge and enjoyed a little roughness. I never took it to the point of actually hurting her, and she knew I never would, but she enjoyed playing with the edge oftoo much.
And I enjoyed taking her there.
We’ve had fun learning one another these past months. I had always enjoyed sex, but with Dove, it was different. Everything with her was. It was so muchmore,so muchbetter,that I could never see myself tiring of her.
I wanted her to be the first thing I saw when I woke up and the last thing I saw before falling sleep.
She was it for me.
I was just waiting for the right time to put a ring on her finger and officially give her the last name she’d all but had since we first met.
But first Dove deserved to do something for herself. To experience the freedom of choice and get away from responsibilities she never asked for.
I just had to figure out how to do that first.
Dove spread her knees wider, inviting me in deeper, erasing all other thoughts away that weren’t of her under me right now.
I wound my hand tighter in her hair and tugged, guiding her up. She scrambled to comply, lifting onto hands and knees until my arm could brace under her breasts and bring her back flush to my chest.
I couldn’t move my hips much like this, but I didn’t have to. I could get her off like this.
Pumping my hips shallowly, the hand in her hair traveled to her neck. It was as if my hand had been molded to fit there, my palm resting on her throat as my fingers lightly squeezed either side. She rested her head back on my shoulder, eyes closed tightly as my other hand migrated down her front.
Maybe it wasn’t right that I got off on Dove’s blind trust in me, but what was one more thing added to the list of things wrong with me? Knowing she’d let me do anything to her and trusted me enough not to hurt her got me harder than anything.
“You’re my perfect girl, aren't you?” I rasped in her ear.
My fingers slid through her wetness, teasing her slit, feeling where I stretched her. She let out a needy whimper, reaching back for me. Her nails bit into the back of my neck where she grabbed me, and I choked off my own whimper into her hair.
Fuck, she knew exactly what got me going.
My shallow thrusts grew sloppier, pleasure tingling at the base of my spine, telling me that this wouldn’t last much longer. Being inside her was too good, a tempting, tight heat that I never wanted to leave.
From the tension growing in her body and the desperate pants falling from her lips, I knew she was almost there. I let my fingers help me get her there, circling her clit in the way she’d shown me she liked. Not too much direct pressure, but just enough to have her shattering apart for me.
I’d pick up all the pieces and do it over again, every time. I lived to make her fall apart under me.
“Josh.” My name was a low whine from where I was lightly restricting her airway. I knew she liked the heady rush that came from coming this way, and I didn’t mind it one bit.
My nose traveled the column of her neck until it reached the spot behind her ear.
