He paused long enough to swipe his tongue over each of my breasts before rising up on his knees.
He looked like a vengeful warrior. Tattooed and muscled. His lids heavy, chest heaving. At least I wasn’t the only one having a damn good time, I realized.
It was my last coherent thought before he thrust his hips and buried that long, thick weapon of mass destruction inside me.
Our eyes locked, and his face froze in agonized pleasure and triumph as he hit the very end of me.
I didn’t realize I’d spasmed up into an ab curl until he put one of those big hands on my chest and pressed me back down to the mattress.
“Relax, baby. Relax,” he whispered.
I let out the breath that had been trapped in my lungs and sucked in another. He was so damn big. And he was right—I could feel the tiny little tremors working my muscles around him.
“You keep milking my dick like that, sweetheart, and this is gonna have to be a two-time thing.”
“Mmmph. Good. Yes.”
He grinned down at me. “So this is what it takes for you to lose that fancy vocabulary of yours.”
“Ugh. Are you gonna talk all day or are you going to move?” I grumbled. The need was already building in me again. I wondered if Knox’s cock was some sort of magical wand that cast orgasm spells, rendering things like rally time and biological requirements non-existent.
“Look at me, Naomi,” he said.
I did as I was told.
“Goddammit, you’re beautiful. And so fucking wet for me.”
And he was rock hard for me.
That’s when he started to move. Slowly. Languidly. Sweat glistened on his skin. His jaw was set. But his hips pumped like a metronome as he glided in and out of me.
It felt like heaven. But I could tell he was holding himself back, and I wanted to give him everything he needed. Wanted him to take it.
“Don’t be gentle,” I groaned.
“Taking my time. Deal with it.”
“Knox, if you get any more blood in that appendage, it’s going to explode.”
“You’ve got an opinion on everything. Even on how I fuck you.”
“Especially on how you fuck me.”
He kissed me probably just to shut me up, but I didn’t care because when I hitched my hips higher, his thrusts came faster, went deeper. He was pushing me just past my comfort zone, making me take a little more than I was confident I could handle.
And damn if I didn’t get off on it.
He was giving me what I needed without me having to spell it out for him and break it down. Without me having to ask. Without him saying, “maybe it’s just easier if you do it yourself.”
“Come back to me, Daisy.”
I blinked, and Knox’s face came back into focus, hovering over me and looking serious. “You’re right here when I’m inside you. Nowhere else. Got me?”
I nodded. Embarrassed that I’d nearly gotten lost inside my head. He was right. How many times had I gotten so wrapped up in my plans and lists that I missed what was right in front of me? Or in this case, inside me.
To prove I was with him, I sank my nails into his shoulders and squeezed my muscles around his shaft as he drove deep.
“That’s my girl,” he groaned.