She was free now. Free to touch him. To hold him. To run her fingers across his skin. “Sometimes, I need to have my hands on you too,” she said softly as he returned to that lingering pace, that slow and sensual rhythm that drove her just to the brink, but not quite over.

“Touch me,” he said, in the most tender voice that nailed her straight in the heart. His vulnerability took center stage right now, even as his strong body topped hers. She brought her hands to his face, cupping his cheeks, tracing lines along his jaw. He gasped and closed his eyes, a barely-there moan of her name escaping his lips.

“Nate,” she whispered. “Look at me.”

He opened his eyes, and she melted. She absolutely melted under his gaze. She was in heaven with him. She was in complete and utter bliss. “I love the way you feel in me,” she told him as she wrapped her legs around his back. “You make me feel so good.”

“You should feel good.”

“I love the way you move in me. I love having you inside me,” she said, hooking her ankles behind his ass, drawing him deeper.

“Oh God,” he groaned. “You’re killing me.”

“Do you know why I love it so much?”

“Why?” he asked, and his voice sounded nearly broken, like she’d stripped him of all his defenses, and he was bare before her.

“Because,” she said, her fingers tracing his beautiful face. “Because it’s you.”

Then her back bowed, and she grabbed his neck, an orgasm sneaking up out of nowhere, pulling her under, crashing over her, consuming her in a tidal wave of bliss. “Oh God, I’m coming again,” she said, crying out as she grabbed at him, pulling him closer.

“Fuck, I can feel you coming on me,” he groaned.

She clutched at him, holding on tight to his shoulders as the pleasure rolled through her.

When the waves subsided, he was still right there above her, and hard as a rock inside her.

“There’s a problem,” she said playfully, in between breaths. “I’m three tonight to your none.”

“Don’t worry, sweetness. We’re going to make it four to one soon. Where’s that LolaRing we were going to try?”

Somehow, she managed to scramble out from under him to grab the toy from her suitcase. When she returned to the bed he was on his back, his hands behind his head, his dick at full attention.

“I believe you like to be on top, Miss Casey,” he said, with a wink, and her heart tripped on itself. In that moment she knew for certain everything had changed. He was still her Nate, making her laugh in the middle of the most intense night of lovemaking in her life. Through it all, he’d possessed her, he’d revered her, and he’d revealed himself to her. And now, he was giving her back the thing he’d taught her to give up.

Control.

“My favorite position,” she said, as she straddled him, sliding her hand over his cock, slick with her wetness. She leaned closer, her hair hitting his chest, as she purred in his ear. “You’re all hot and wet from me.”