Page 95 of Yours, For Good

I pulled the bustier panels aside and threw it toward the feet of the bed. My breasts swayed with the force of my movement; Javier's moan was music to my ears.

His hands traveled up my torso and grabbed handfuls of me, my waist, my breasts; he sat up and feasted on them, my nipples. I rolled my hips on him, getting a feel for his erection under me.

"Are we waiting?" I breathed.

"I said I'd—" his voice hiccuped. "I said I'd go slow."

"I said I wouldn't stop you."

He kept his hands on my breasts and gazed up at me; his eyes glazed with need.

I moored myself with hands on his shoulders, dry grinding faster. "I want you."

"Fuck." He groaned, rested his head on my shoulder, and let out a moan from deep in his throat. "I'm tormenting myself… punishing myself."

"Tell me what you'd do if you weren't. How would you take me?"

"Hard." He kissed my neck. Scratched my skin with his teeth. "Even now… once I'm inside you I…"

He repeated the thing with his teeth and I whimpered, shivers running down my spine. Pure despair filled my veins, and I mindlessly reached between us to free his cock from his underwear. Our limbs mingled and together we pushed his boxers down his thighs; we twisted and turned until they were past his knees and he could kick them off.

I slowed down for an instant. His cock fell hard and heavy on his lower stomach and I bit my lip— I wanted it. I wanted to taste him and lick him and suck on him and have him stretch me and…

Javier had different ideas. He gripped the thin waistband of my panties in both hands and pulled— the fabric tore with no resistance.

"Holy shit," I moaned.

He threw the scraps over his shoulder. His eyes raked down my body.

"Nora." His chest worked fast, like he was about to lose control.

My lungs mirrored him. The need to have him fill me up intensified, electrifying my body until all I could hear was our breathing and the blood rushing in my ears.

He fisted his cock and pulled down on my hips. I lowered myself until he was deeply seated in me, and all my bones liquified with lust.

Time stood still for a few seconds— or hours, I wasn't sure. All I knew were the tremors that climbed up my lower belly and down my thighs as I adjusted to him. The tension on his shoulders and arms as he kept himself restrained.

And his eyes. The way he gazed at me with fervor and devotion.It was different from anything else I had experienced before.

"Javier," I breathed, before I rocked my hips on him once.

"Shit. Fuck." His brow had deep wrinkles as he locked eyes with me. "Ride me."

"Someone forgot all about his manners," I whined.

But I liked it. I lifted myself on his cock, only to drop low again. And again.

"F-fuuuuck." Javier dug his fingers on the plush rolls of my hips and guided me to move faster.

He surged forward and took a nipple in his mouth. He sucked and followed my movements up and down his cock. A hand slapped my flesh.

"Faster," he commanded, before switching breasts to play with my other nipple.

"Yes…" I dropped my head back in pleasure.

He closed his mouth around the column of my throat, sending bolts of pleasure down my body to the point we joined. I squeezed him again and sought more of him.

I panted. "Forget mister proper. Fuck me like you want to."