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He was kneeling. Facing me.
I needed something else, though. I guided him to his back, and climbed astride him. Kneeling on him, reaching between my legs I grasped him. Took him to me, fit him to my opening. I kept my eyes on his, my eyes widening and my lip caught in my teeth as I filled myself with him. Glutted myself on him, impaling him deep inside.
I was drenched with need, slick and ready for him, taking all of him inch by glorious inch, until I was sitting on his hips. He filled me so full I felt split apart by him in the most amazing way possible, aching to take all of him.
I let myself fall forward, catching my weight on my hands, braced on his huge chest. “Watch me, Ink. I want you to see what I can do. I want you to see what Iwant.”
“Cass, I—”
I drew my hips up, sliding him out. Hesitated. “Pay attention, Ink. This is how I want you.”
I slammed my ass down, hard, taking him all the way in with slapping, shocking force.
He groaned, and I screamed through clenched teeth. I was burning with him, shaking already. He hit everything inside me, sliding past every stretched nerve ending.
“See, Ink?” I pulled up. “See how perfectly I fit around you? I can take you. All of you.” I bent, touched my lips to his. “I can take everything you have…” I slid down him again, “…and still want more.”
“Fuck, Cassie.”
I laughed. “Yeah, Ink. Fuck Cassie. Fuck me. Let go.”
He caressed my breasts, hanging and swaying between us. Then grabbed my hips and held on as I moved, not guiding me or controlling my movements but rather following along. Feeling me move.
I lifted, sank. Again.
Faster.
He groaned, head tossing back. Hips pushing up to meet mine on my downstroke. “God, god, god, Cassie.”
His thickness was battering against something inside me, sliding past a nerve that made me wild. Ohhh god, that was new. It made me crazy. Insane with hysteric need. Screaming, unintelligible and hoarse.
I involuntarily slammed down around him, sucking in a breath as that nerve sang, and I twitched, shaking, my fingers curling into claws in his chest, my ability to move rhythmically gone, now. I felt the heat blossom inside me, felt it rising, felt myself riding it.
“Ink,” I whispered, meeting his eyes. “Oh god, what are you doing to me?”
He groaned, shook his head. “I…god, Cass. I feel you squeezing around me. So fuckin’ tight, Cass. I’m so close, can’t hold out much longer.”
“Don’t, Ink. Don’t wait for me.” I shifted, moved my weight forward, lying prostrate on his hot skin, my face in his throat, breathing him in.
I moved only my hips, then. Slamming backward into him. Faster, and faster. No technique now, nothing but wild abandon. Taking him with all that I had, taking him hard and taking him fast, and it felt like heaven.
“Ink, god, please, please—” I wasn’t sure what I was asking for. Just that I was on the edge, riding the razor edge of climax. Unable to fall over…yet.
“What, Cass?” He had my ass in his hands, holding me apart, guiding me on the downstrokes, lifting me up.
“Show me how you like it, Ink,” I murmured. “Show me.”
He growled, groaned. “Cass, I’m—you…” A sighing growl again, as he buried up into me. “Ohh fuck.”
“Show me, Ink. Take me. Take it. God,please, show me.”
“Cass, you don’t know what you’re—“
I snapped my eyes open, held his gaze as I felt raw furious need blast through me. “Yes, I do, Ink. I know exactly what I’m asking.”
He shook his head.
“I can’t come till you do,” I said. “I won’t.”
