Page 118 of Heal Me, Love Me

“Fuck,” Rowan breathed.

I stood and grabbed the hem of my shirt, taking it off carefully because of my shoulder. He didn’t take his eyes off me while we stripped out of our clothes, and by the time I shoved him back onto the mattress, he looked ready to drag me down with him.

“Stay there,” I ordered.

“Not moving.”

“Good.”

I reached into the nightstand for the lube, slicked my fingers, then climbed onto the bed and straddled his thighs. His cock rested hard against his stomach, still wet from my mouth, and the sight of him like that made me want to take my time and rush all at once.

I kissed him quickly, then held his stare while I worked one slick finger inside myself.

“Jesus,” he rasped. “You’re so fucking hot, baby.”

“You like watching me fuck myself?”

His fingers dug into the comforter. “Yeah.”

“Then keep watching.”

“Keaton.”

I worked my fingers deeper and held his stare. “What? You wanted me ready for you.”

“I want my hands on you.”

“Not yet.” I made myself take it slower, so I could keep watching him fight the urge to grab me. “You can touch me when I say you can.”

His jaw worked as his gaze dropped between my legs. “You’re trying to kill me.”

“No, I’m making sure you remember who’s in charge right now.”

I added another finger, taking my time because I wanted him desperate, wanted him lying there with nothing to do but watch me get myself ready for him.

When I couldn’t wait anymore, I wrapped my hand around his dick and lined him up with my hole. For a beat, neither of us moved.

Then I sank down.

The sensation of him entering me sent sparks of pleasure shooting through me. I didn’t stop until he was fully seated inside me, my ass resting against his thighs. I took a moment to adjust, savoring the feeling of being so completely full of him.

Then I started to move.

Rising slowly, I almost let him slip out before sinking back down, then taking him deep again. The unhurried pace was intended to drive us both wild. I was in control, but the pleasure was building, threatening to boil over.

Leaning forward, I adjusted the angle, and he hit that spot deep inside me. A cry escaped my lips, and I threw my head back as my body arched. “There,” I gasped. “Right there.”

He took over then, his hands gripping my hips, his thumbs digging into my skin. He began to thrust into me, his movements becoming harder and faster. I could feel the familiar coil of heat in my stomach, ready to snap.

Wrapping my hand around my aching shaft, I stroked myself as he fucked me hard. I looked down at him, at the sweat beading on his forehead, at the heat in his eyes.

“Come with me, baby,” I pleaded in a hoarse whisper. “Let go.”

With a roar, he came, his body arching off the bed as he emptied himself inside me. The feeling of his hot release flooding me was my undoing. I cried out his name as my orgasm crashed through me, my body shuddering, my cum spilling over my hand and onto his chest.

I collapsed against him, my body limp and sated, my head resting on his chest. His arms wrapped around me, holding me close as his heart beat against my ear. We lay there for a bit, our bodies tangled, our breathing slowly returning to normal.

My shoulder ached a bit, and when I moved, I winced slightly.