I roll my hips slowly, watching him for a reaction. After all, I’m not the only one chasing release.
“You look so good riding my cock.”
“I feel good riding your cock.” I toss my hair over my shoulder and repeat the motion, relishing the wet slap of our bodies coming together. “You make me so full.”
It’s a heady feeling, and though I’ve only come during P-in-V sex a few times, I still enjoy the intimacy of the act.
Knox holds up the bullet, offering it to me. “Teach me.”
With a slow smile, I take the toy and press it to my clit.
Stars explode behind my eyelids and my muscles contract, gripping him tight as I bear down on his cock, desperate to feel every last inch of him inside of me.
Knox lifts his hips, andohmygod. A loud moan bursts from my lips as white-hot need rushes through my limbs, the sensation unlike anything I’ve experienced before.
“You’re such a good girl.” Knox grips my hips, but he doesn’t use those large hands to set the pace. It’s more like he’s holding on for the ride. “You’re taking me so well.”
My pulse spikes at his praise.
I increase the intensity of the vibrator and quicken my pace, determined to climax for him.
The steady thrum of the toy heightens my pleasure, and soon I’m making the climb, chasing my orgasm as the tension in my belly coils impossibly tight.
I’m so close. It’s actually going to happen. For once, I’m going to come and—
No.Nonononono.
This can’t be happening. The tension between my legs vanishes, there in one breath, gone the next.
My rhythm falters.
I try to get it back, rocking faster and harder, but my movements are sloppy and off-beat as frustration unfurls low in my gut.
This wasn’t supposed to happen. I was almost there. Right freaking there.
And what about Knox? What if—
His grip tightens on my hips, holding me in place.
I force myself to meet his eyes, bracing for disappointment. “I’m sorry. I…I was so close, but…”
“It’s okay,” he soothes, using his thumbs to rub slow, reassuring circles on my hips. “There’s no rush, darlin’. We have all night.”
If only time were the problem, but it’s not. It’s me.I’mthe problem.
“I can’t believe how lucky I am to be here with you. To have these strong legs wrapped around my body.” As if to emphasize his point, he runs his hands down the outside of my thighs, massaging the taut muscles. “It feels incredible.Youfeel incredible.”
My cheeks warm and a spark of desire flares low in my belly.
“I could stay like this all night, safe and warm inside you.”
The feeling is mutual. Though he’s not thrusting, there’s comfort in the connection. In knowing we can be joined on this level, even if it doesn’t end in release.
Knox rolls his hips—just once—and that spark begins to grow.
“Do you feel that?” He repeats the motion painfully slow, and by the time his pelvis brushes my clit, I’m aching for contact. “Do you feel how deep my cock is inside you?”
“Yes,” I gasp, meeting his next thrust.