"Stop," he demands, his voice like gravel and he fists my hair. James pulls my head up as he sits up. "Get your ass over here," he says, his voice low and so fucking sexy.

One of the things I loved about James when we first met was the sound of his voice and how New York he sounded. When he's aroused, it's so much deeper and stronger, more lax on the Rs and tighter on the vowels. He thinks it's funny that I like hearing him talk, but I do. He's sexy.

Scooting closer, James gets up on his knees then sits back on his feet. My hearts racing, pounding with anticipation. I climb over his hips so my knees are pressed into the mattress as I straddle him. James reaches out for my waist to guide me to him. Grasping his cock, he angles it at my entrance but stops me from sliding down on it. He looks in my eyes and I hold my breath.

"I want us to last all night. We don't come until we can't handle anymore, and when we do, we come together."

I dig my teeth into my bottom lip and nod. I like this idea. I just hope I can hold out.

"We're not fucking, Aubrey," he states. "Tonight, we’re going slow. I’m going to show you how much I love you."

Seven

I swallow hard as James guides his cock into me painfully slow. He gives good foreplay, and he knows it.

"We're going to feel every bit, so we never forget who we belong to."

My lips part and I fall more in love with this man as he inches his way into me. I'm not sure my heart can take anymore. The way it beats, how it's pulsing in my throat, how when I look at him, I know he's the love of my life.

Once he's fully seated inside of me, my thighs loosen and I soften against him. My hands come up to cup his face. Leaning in, I hear him draw in a breath before our lips meet. Sometimes I feel like the only way to tell him how much he means to me is by kissing him with everything that's in me. Slow, with a side of control. Everything can be felt with a kiss.

James guides my hips to move with his. This is where we both make perfect sense because we connect in the same fashion with the same splitting control. I've got his lips that lead to the same place for me that his touch leads to for him—where our bodies are joined. My hips slowly rotate over him, my clit hitting the hair on his mound. James drives in and holds my ass in place. We move at the same pace, the same tenderness, the same passion. It's a deeper connection for us, one that we never speak about.

"James," I whisper against his lips. My forehead is pressed to his, my hands cupping his curved shoulders. I move one hand to the back of his head as he holds my hips steady and thrusts inside of me. He's so fucking wicked on my soul that I want to beg for him to always take me like this.