Page 45 of Make Them Pay

She nods. No hesitation. I push the hoodie up and off. The thin thermal follows. Her bare skin is warm under the cool air of the unit. I lean in and press my mouth to the soft curve of her breast, tasting her, taking my time. My tongue circles her nipple until it hardens against my lips. She makes a soft sound and her hands slide into my hair.

“That’s it,” I murmur against her skin. “Let me take my time with these. I’ve wanted my mouth on you for years.”

I switch to the other breast, giving it the same slow attention. Sucking gently, then harder when she arches into me. My hands cup her, thumbs brushing over the sensitive peaks while my mouth works. She breathes my name and the sound goes straight through me.

I keep going until she’s shifting restlessly between my legs, thighs pressing together. Then I lean back on the cot and pull her with me.

“Climb on,” I tell her. “I want to watch you take me.”

She does. Slow. Straddling my hips. I help her push my pants down just enough. When she sinks down onto me, inch by careful inch, we both go still for a second. The heat of her around me is perfect. Damn, she’s tight.

“Fuck,” I breathe. “You feel so good. So tight around me. Ride me, Enley. Nice and slow. I want to feel every second of it.”

She starts to move, rolling her hips in a steady, deliberate rhythm. My hands settle on her waist, guiding but not rushing. I lean up and take one breast back into my mouth while she rides me, sucking and licking as she moves. The dual sensation makes her gasp and tighten around me.

“That’s it,” I say against her skin. “Use me. Take what you need. I’ve got you.”

Her hands brace on my chest. The pace stays slow and deep, every movement deliberate. I keep my mouth busy on her breasts, switching between them, biting gently when she starts to move faster. My hands slide down to her hips and help her grind against me on every downward stroke.

“You’re so wet,” I murmur. “I can feel how much you want this. How much you’ve been wanting me. Keep going. Don’t stop until you come on me.”

She leans forward, forehead against mine, and the angle changes. It’s deeper. I can feel her starting to tighten. Her breathing turns ragged. I reach between us and find her clit with my thumb, circling slowly while she rides.

“Come for me,” I tell her, voice rough. “I want to feel it. Want to watch your face when you break.”

She does. Gentle and intense, body shaking, clenching hard around me as the orgasm rolls through her. I hold her through it, still moving slowly underneath her, drawing it out until she goes soft against my chest. Then I let myself follow, burying my face in her neck as I come deep inside her with a low groan.

We stay like that for a long minute. Breathing. Her forehead against my shoulder. My hands stroking slow paths up and down her back.

Eventually she lifts her head and looks at me. There’s a small, private smile at the corner of her mouth.

“Okay,” she says softly. “Now we can get back to work.”

“I’m beginning to think you like work more than you like having sex with me.”

She laughs, and it’s so genuine it makes me laugh too. “Maybe,” she says with a bit of a flirty flair.

I squeeze her around her waist, pulling her beneath me. I climb on top of her and stare down at her. “Really?” I pump my hips and my dick hardens instantly.

“Maybe,” she says again.

“Should I stop? Should we go back to work?” My cock hardens deep inside her.

Her eyes gloss over. “No, we shouldn’t.”

I pump into her slowly, keeping my eyes locked on hers. I could tell her I’m in love with her right now and truly mean it, but instead I keep pushing, fucking her senseless against this cot.

Her legs wrap around me as her nails dig into my ass, pulling me closer. “Don’t stop,” she whispers. “Please, keep going. I don’t ever want this to stop.”

My chest warms at her words, and I swear I grow even harder if that’s even possible. “I won’t stop, Enley.” I keep thrusting my hips, my dick pushing deeper inside her. “You feel too fucking good to stop.”

I lean down half an inch and kiss her. Her fingers dig into the flesh of my ass as she tightens her grip. I keep kissing her, my body so close to falling apart. Fuck, I love this woman. I love her so damn much. I want to tell her, but I also can’t stop kissing her.

“Render, I have a confession,” she whispers after breaking the kiss. “I’ve wanted you probably as long as you’ve wanted me. I’ve always had this secret crush on you.”

My body slows slightly. I keep pumping, but now the rhythm of it is slow, deliberate. “Really?”

She nods, smiling. “How could anyone not want you?”