I was upright, and he was so deep inside me that I screamed with a combination of shock and pleasure.
Still holding my hips, he guided me back and forth, grinding my clit on his pelvic bone. When I screamed out in ecstasy, pleasure rolling through every cell within me, he yanked me down harder, pushing himself in deeper.
“Do you like that?”
“Mhm,” I moaned, leaning into his guidance.
“Use your words.” Still guiding my hip with one hand, his open palm skimmed up my belly, leaving a trail of tingles in its path. He cupped my breast and gently pinched my nipple. When I groaned in bliss, every part of my body aflame with passion all at once, his eyes found mine, and he smiled. “Tell me what feels good, sweetheart.”
That was assuming I was capable of forming words.
“You,” was all I managed out.
His smile widened. “I need a little more than that.” He released my breast and dropped his fingertips to my clit. He spun over them with the perfect amount of pressure at the most impeccable speed. My leg trembled with pleasure against his thigh, another deep moan falling from my open mouth. “Do you like this?”
Both hands moved to my hips, forcing them slightly forward, grinding them backward, rubbing my clit. Fuck, that was better. The even pressure distributed gave me full leverage to ride that perfect spot.
I squealed with bliss as small tremors quaked throughout me.
“Or do you like this?” I began to moan in response when he said, “Use your words.”
“Like this.” My cheeks burned as I gripped his shoulder for stability, simultaneously grinding against him while bouncing the lower part of me. “Just like this.”
“There you go,” he murmured, smiling, eyes washing from mine down my body, settling on where our bodies met. “That’s so fucking sexy, sweetheart.”
Apparently, he liked dirty talk, and now I was starting to think that I did too.
Grinding harder, bouncing, holding his shoulder for leverage, I held his gaze. “Fuck, you feel so good.”
“Yeah?” He grinned, arching his hips up higher. When I gasped, his smile widened. “How’s that feel?”
“Mm, deeper,” I murmured. “Go deeper.”
He reached up for my neck, grasped my throat, and grazed his thumb along my lower lip. “Say please.”
“What?”
He arched in closer, lifting my body off of the blankets, hitting something within me that forced a quiet scream from my lips. Then he dropped back into the bed, fingers sliding around my throat, squeezing ever so slightly. “Did that feel good?”
Still grinding against him, hardly able to pull in a breath, all I managed in response was a slight nod.
“You want me deeper, sweetheart?” he asked.
Another nod.
His hand around my throat loosened a bit. “Then say please.”
Fuck, why’d that turn me on so much more? Every bit of it. Not only how good his cock felt inside of me, not only his voice as he spoke, not only his hand around my throat, not only his words, but the way he spoke. It was somehow dominant—almost controlling—while simultaneously gentle. Gentle and dominant were antonyms, I knew that, but that was the only way to describe it.
“Please go deeper.” It fell out as a sigh as I wrapped my hand around his, forcing him to squeeze tighter. “Please.”
His mouth parted slightly, then lifted into a half smile. His fingers closed tighter around my throat. He arched his hips up high again, lifting me off the bed. My calves wrapped around the backs of his thighs, relying solely on my hand on his shoulder to hold me upright, I leaned down closer, rubbing my clit against his pelvis, moaning as best as I could through my lack of air.
“Like that?” he asked.
Pleasure boiling through me, body feeling electric, the most I managed was a nod, grinding in, rubbing his dick against some place within me that felt like the definition of paradise.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he murmured. “God, Brooke, don’t stop.”