“Come here,” I demanded as she stepped out of the pants.

“No,” she said as I started to pull her to straddle me. “Like this.”

She turned, moving to straddle me but facing away, her back leaning into my chest as she let out a soft sigh when my hands were helpless but to explore her.

Her hips dropped down, and her hand slipped between us to guide me.

My body tensed as she rose over me, then slowly lowered down—inch by inch—her little mewling sounds making me need to fist my hands on her thighs so I didn’t grab her and pull her down.

If she wanted slow, I was going to let her go slow.

“You feel so good,” I murmured against her neck as she finally dropped onto my lap, my length settled deep.

Her head turned, seeking my lips, kissing me softly for a long moment. Before the need overtook her and her hips were rocking restlessly.

The position had me gliding against her front wall, engaging her G-spot, so even the tiniest of movements had her whimpering and moaning.

My hand slid between her thighs, engaging her clit as she kept rocking, driving herself slowly toward that cliff.

Then, with a hard pulsing around my cock, she came, her whole body shaking as a long, deep moan escaped her.

Her body was limp against me afterward.

But I wasn’t quite done with her yet.

I wanted her shaking with need.

I wanted her overwhelmed with sensation.

I wanted her tuned in.

I wanted her walls down.

I wanted her vulnerabilities raw and exposed.

So I could show her that I could handle them with care.

So even as she was still coming down from one orgasm, my hips started to gently rock up into her, driving her right back up.

Slowly.

Deliberately.

Ignoring her whimpers to go faster, holding her hips still when she tried to set the pace herself.

I drove her up through a slow, deep orgasm that had her gasping my name.

But I still wasn’t quite done with her yet.

“I can’t,” she whimpered, breath frantic.

“One more for me,” I said, kissing her neck as my hands skimmed over her thighs, hips, stomach, breasts, creating little sparks of need until I felt her walls tightening around me again.

I set the pace slower still, loving the way she whimpered and trembled as she got closer and closer.

“That’s it,” I murmured, pressing a kiss to the side of her head. “Let go.”

This time when she came, it was silent save for the gasp for breath. Her whole body tensed then trembled. I wrapped my arms around her, holding her together as she shattered apart. Then, on the tail end of her climax, I came deep inside her.

The soft sniffle as her body shivered told me I’d gotten her exactly where I wanted her.

Open, exposed, emotional.