Moving my hands to rest on the pillow on either side of his head, I dip my head down and press my lips to his. When I pull my head back a little, I find him smiling up at me.
“It feels right to me too. It feels perfect,” he whispers, his hands moving from my hips to clutch my ass and rock me against him.
“Are you back to talking about your dick again?” I laugh as I swivel my hips and feel him swell inside of me.
“I don’t know, you tell me.”
Lifting the lower half of my body a little, I quickly push myself back down on him roughly. He’s so big and full, and I can’t even believe how much better everything feels being on top, hitting a spot I didn’t even know existed and that sends tingles up my spine with each movement I make on top of him.
“Oh, yeah. Definitely perfect,” I tell him, gasping when he thrusts his hips up to meet me again, pushing himself deeper as he holds his ass suspended above the bed, and I grind against him. “Am I doing this right? I’ve never been on top before.”
His ass suddenly drops back to the bed and I look at his face to see his mouth dropped open in shock. I should really learn to stop talking so much when we’re having sex. PJ and I have had sex on every available surface in this house, in every glorious, mind-numbing position except this one. This is the first time I’ve taken charge, and even though it feels better than any other time with him, I’m still worried about pleasing him.
“Say something,” I whisper, pushing off the pillow and sitting back upright on his lap, my hands trailing down his bare chest to rest on his stomach.
“Sorry, I’m just trying to come up with the most creative, painful way to kill your ex right now,” PJ mutters in irritation.
“Can we not talk about him while your dick is in me?” I sigh.
“Excellent suggestion,” PJ replies, sitting up until we’re chest-to-chest and wrapping one of his arms around me to hold me more securely on his lap while his other hand comes up to wrap around the back of my neck as he stares into my eyes. “You can’t do this wrong. It’s just like the lap dances.”
Grabbing onto his shoulders, I resume movement, grinding myself against him.
“Just like the lap dances, except your cock is inside me,” I whisper against his lips.
His hips jerk up and his arm gets tighter around my waist.
“Jesus, it’s so hot when you say shit like that.”
I smile, silently thanking Ariel for all that kitchen shouting practice before pushing everything out of my mind but where I am and what I’m doing right now.
Tightening the muscles in my thighs on either side of his hips, I push my body up the length of him and roughly push back down, both of us moaning in unison. PJ squeezes his eyes closed and his head falls back with a softly muttered curse as I quickly move up and down on him, riding him and loving every minute of what I’m doing to him.
I never knew I could be this assertive in bed, just climbing on top of a man and taking what I want, and it’s a heady feeling knowing I’m doing it right. He’s obviously enjoying it, going by the way he’s cursing and panting and struggling to control himself.
He lets go of the back of my neck and both of his hands move to clutch my ass again, guiding my movements and helping to slide me up the length of him faster and pushing me down harder as his hips thrust up to meet me, until we’re both panting and cursing.
Just like every time with PJ, my orgasm quickly rushes up to meet me, the throb and ache between my thighs making me move my body even faster and ride him harder to get the relief I need.
I slam my hips down harder, take him in deeper, and hold myself in place as I grind my hips roughly against him, dropping my face to lick and suck the side of his neck as the pulsing between my legs intensifies.
“That’s it, baby, let me feel you.”
PJ’s quietly whispered words are all it takes for me to topple over the edge. I bite down on the skin of his neck and moan loudly as my hips jerk against him, churning and pushing as wave after wave of the most intense release I’ve ever felt washes through me.
“Fuck, Cin!” PJ shouts, his hips thrusting up hard as he holds himself still, following right behind me as he pulses and comes into the condom he put on as soon as I rolled over on top of him earlier.