My fingers move to his belt, pulling it off slowly, watching the way it makes him squirm with anticipation. Then, I move the button and zipper, never taking my mouth off of his body as I do.

Biting his shoulder, I reach into his boxers to hold his thickness in my hand. He sucks in a painful sounding breath through his teeth, matching my bite to the tightness of my grip.

“Shelby,” he moans against my hair.

The surrender in his voice sends a shockwave through my heart. This is the first time I have outright held him in my hands, and it’s too soon for him. He still has so much trauma to work through, and this could only be making him worse. I want to take my pain out on him, but I can’t hurt him—not like that. I don’t release him, but I soften my hold. Tears I had been holding back start to pool. “Do you want me to stop?”

There’s a beat of silence.

“Do whatever will make you feel better,” he says quietly. As my eyes drift up toward his, he stares firmly at me as he says, “I’m yours.”

Feeling my sense of power return, I pull him over to the couch as he steps out of his pants. He’s completely naked as I push him down, his painful looking erection pointing up toward me.

He watches me as I pull off my clothes, his eyes lingering over my breasts after I unclasp my bra, dropping it to the floor. As I climb on top of him, I keep my eyes on his face.

“Kiss me here,” I tell him, pointing to a spot above my breast. He obeys, leaning forward to press his warm mouth against my skin.

“Lower,” I command. My head falls back as his tongue glides over my nipple.

“The other one,” I gasp and again, he obeys.

He listens to every command until I have his kisses stamped on every inch of my skin. Grinding myself on the length of his cock, I’ve soaked him with my arousal. Finally, I lift up and settle myself on top of him, sliding him in until we are fully joined. Shivers erupt along my spine as he fills me up.

His mouth parts, and his breathing hitches, and I know he’s trying not to express his pleasure. This moment is mine, and he’s surrendering it to me. Looping my arms around him, I bury my face in his neck as I grind my hips on him.

I’ve never been so in control during sex before. Squeezing his shoulders to the point where I know it must hurt, I move almost violently on top of him. Leaning back, still holding tightly to him, I see the pinnacle of my pleasure and I race toward it, erasing every single thought in my mind. My orgasm is building quickly as I move, picking up speed and slamming myself against him, finding the spots that send bolts of lightning through my body.