Page 63 of Ours to Lose
She whimpered.
“You’ll get me,” I whispered against her lips. “But you have to be patient first.”
Given the painful sex with her ex, I didn’t want to rush this. As comfortable as she’d become, chances were she’d still have some nerves, and the idea of her in any discomfort while I was inside her was enough to shred my stomach.
That she was initiating this, impatient for it even, was a good sign, but I wasn’t willing to risk it. Not this first time.
That didn’t mean I had to be gentle.
I ravaged her mouth with my kiss, fusing our bodies against the wall. She dominated right back, scraping her nails over my shoulders and driving her fingers into my hair, tightening her legs around me to get the leverage she needed to grind on my dick.
I sucked on her tongue, then released her mouth and sucked on her neck, feeling her moan travel up her throat.
“Please, please—” she panted, rocking her hips.
“What?” I licked beneath her ear, then sucked the same spot. “What do you need?”
“To be filled.” She groaned and flexed her thighs around my waist. “I’m so empty.”
The thought of lowering her onto my cock had my abs clenching and groin aching. I’d fill her exactly how she needed as soon as I was sure she was ready for me.
I considered setting her down and sinking to my knees, filling her with my tongue the way I knew would get her off, but she seemed to like this position, me holding her with my strength, my body hers to use.
“Take off my shirt,” I told her. Let her look at my muscles she liked so much.
She tugged the shirt over my head and down my arms one at a time as I alternated my hold on her, then tossed it aside and fixed her stare on my chest.
“Look your fill, baby,” I coaxed.
Her lips curved as she dragged one finger up the center line of my abs at the same time I tugged her panties aside and sank one finger into her from behind.
She was soaked. A perfect, slick heat already dying to come. Her walls clamped around me like a vise as she moaned my name and rolled her hips, trying to take me deeper.
“There you go. Ride my fingers.” I added another one, stretching her a little more, letting her adjust to the fullness.
She grabbed either side of my face and hauled my mouth to hers, breaking away a moment later to tear her sweater over her head, leaving her in a lacy pink bra with her skirt trapped around her waist.
Later, I’d suck on those hard nipples peeking through the lace. I’d trace my tongue over every single one of her tattoos and kiss my way over her naval. I’d get her bare and worship every inch of her until neither of us could move.
I eased a third finger inside and curled them toward my palm. Her hips bucked in response.
“Oh fuck, do that again,” she gasped. “Do that again.”
I repeated the steady motion, taking in her dazed expression that meant she was climbing the high to orgasm.
“Yes.” Her moans filled the corners of the room, making me smile at how vocal she’d become. “Keep doing that. Keep doing—ah.” Her voice cut off as her pussy pulsed, the rest of her muscles locking up.
I brought my lips to the curve of her shoulder, sucking gently while my fingers pumped her through it, waiting for her to come down. When she finally did, I spoke against her skin.
“Ready for my cock, greedy girl?”
She didn’t wait to catch her breath before pushing and tugging at my waistband. “Please.”
Her hand found my cock, and I held a groan low in my throat.
“Here.” I reached into my pocket for my wallet and handed it to her. “Grab the condom for me?” I hiked her higher on my waist.
“If you need to put me down?—”
