Page 146 of Skin In the Game (The BlackWater)

She frowned at his words because she didn’t want to figure it out, she didn’t want to think about it too much because keeping it simple, keeping it just about sex made it easy, made it manageable, containable.

She finished her glass and then sat there watching him as he watched her before they both got up and went upstairs.

She got out of the shower, towel dried her hair and pulled on a silky top and tiny shorts. She knew it was risky, that he might simply reject her but she didn’t care. She wanted him to look at her, to see her as her again and not some wounded animal, or even the girl that had sat at his table less than an hour before revealing more of her fractures, more of her secrets.

She walked back into his room, and immediately felt his eyes on her. She hid the smirk, maybe it was working she thought, because she’d seen him averting his gaze, seen how he’d suddenly been respectful of her but now, she could tell it was slipping, his front, his determination.

She pottered around, pretending to focus on one thing or another, keeping her eyes from him, allowing him the space to watch her freely.

She climbed into his bed, not looking at him, not wanting to do anything that might give the game away. He put his phone down almost immediately even though he’d not looked at it from the moment she’d entered the room. He turned the lights off and lay down beside her and she listened to his breathing, listening to the stillness in the air.

Waiting.

His breath was slow, controlled but fast enough to tell her he wasn’t asleep. She moved slightly, shifting but he stayed still, exactly where he was. She could feel the tension in the air, the electricity around them both.

She leaned over, her lips brushing against his and he frowned slightly as she kissed him, opening his lips and slowly he kissed her back. He brushed her hair with his hand meeting her eyes and she shifted closer, so that her body was now right against his.

She could see it in his eyes, there was something, she wasn’t sure if it was hesitation or something else. She never made the first move though did she, she thought, he was always in control, he was always the dominant.

She pulled her own top up and he frowned even more and before he could stop himself he ran his hands over her breasts. She gasped, his thumbs grazing her nipples. She rolled onto him, her body on top of his. She could feel his hardness pressing into her. He squeezed her breasts more and she groaned loudly.

He ran one hand down and slipped her shorts off her arse and she angled her body over him. She wanted to feel him, to feel his hardness, to feel his dick inside her.

She moved her hips, and slowly he slid into her. She gasped, feeling how hard he was, how god damn incredible he felt too.

“Fuck.” She moaned and she met his eyes. He was still watching her, still with that look in his eyes. He was holding back, she realised, he was waiting, letting her take the lead.

She rolled her hips, sliding herself slowly up and down him and he gripped her arse, his fingers digging into her skin.

Her body looked incredible, he thought, as she writhed up and down on his dick. He wanted to roll her over, to dominate her, to fuck her hard but knew he couldn’t.

He had to let her lead, he had to give her this control.

He sat up more, his arms wrapped around her and she pulled her body into his, her legs wrapping around his waist, her hips moving up and down, her breasts agonisingly close to his lips.

He took one, licking it lightly and she gasped again.

“Fuck me.” She said meeting his eyes and he narrowed his.

“Maddie…”

“Fuck me.” She cut across him and he could hear it in her voice.

His hands tightened and he started thrusting, thrusting with her and she groaned loudly. He looked down, seeing his dick sliding in and out of her.

He moved a hand down, this thumb touching her and she felt herself instantly wetten more. He started circling, slowly and he felt it too, her wetness. She threw her body back, angling herself better so he could thrust harder and he circled more.

“Cole.” She cried and he grinned. He’d not forgotten how good she felt to fuck, he thrust harder, played more, he wanted her to scream now, he wanted the old Maddie, the feral Maddie, the uninhibited Maddie.

She could feel she was close. His thumb was rubbing so hard, flicking her clit now as she pushed against him.

“Cum for me.” He said but she knew she was already there and so did he. Her muscles had already tightened, her body was already writhing. She screamed a loud, feral cry as she gyrated and he thrust more, thrust even harder, determined to keep her there for as long as possible.

“Fuck Cole.” She cried as the orgasm wracked through her.

He flipped her over, onto her back, yanking one of her legs aside and ramming his dick into her. He was close now, really close and she was still screaming, still climaxing. He thrust harder, pounding into her over and over. And then he came hard, his hands digging into her and she pushed against him, wanting to feel the full length of him.

His body was still on top of hers, she could feel the hardness of his muscles and the sweat of them both. She could feel both their hearts racing too. Beating so hard. She shut her eyes, breathing him in. Not quite ready for him to move off her yet.

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