“I’m going to lie back,” he murmured, kissing her hair again. “You can come down with me, or you can stay up here. Whatever you want, you hear me?”

She whimpered into his neck, kissed his skin, and then bit him. It was the tiniest of nips, but it exploded white stars all through his head. Tension gathered in the base of his spine again, growling at him to thrust and pound and bury himself so deep inside her that she’d never be able to wash away his scent.

“That felt good,” he managed. “You do that as much as you want, Andie-girl.”

He tightened his abs and lay back. To his surprise, she stayed sitting up high, not hiding in his arms anymore. Instead, she looked down to where he held his dick, the dark skin tracing her slit beneath midnight curls.

He dipped his shaft low, letting her see the moisture glistening on his head when he pushed it up toward her clit again. She moaned, falling forward and catching her weight with a hand against his chest. Her thighs flexed and clamped against his. And then one of her small hands joined his on his cock.

He mumbled something that might have been a prayer or something far less holy, and he let her have him. As soon as his hand moved, she rolled her hips, rubbing his erection exactly where she wanted it and holding him far less gingerly than he would have expected. But at this point, her hand wasn’t enough friction. He needed her all over, squeezing him deep in her body and soaking the base of him.

She hitched herself higher, letting his arousal taste her entrance. He was lined up perfectly, and he had to lock down every muscle he owned not to thrust.

“Andra. Open your eyes, sweetheart.” He reached up and cupped her jaw, letting his thumb rest over her slightly parted lips.

When her lashes lifted, her green eyes were dilated as all hell. He was pretty sure his were, too, as she sank down, taking the first inch of him. Her mouth fell open on a gasp, and then she nipped his thumb. His hips leaped, driving him another inch into her.

“Sorry, sorry.” He retreated, lowering his ass back to the bench. “We can go as slow as you need to, darlin’.”

Her eyelashes fluttered at the friction of him sliding back out of her, and she closed her lips around his thumb.

Oh sweet Jesus. His lids drooped closed as he got lost in everything she was making him feel.

Andra lowered herself, taking more of him. Three inches now, four. Not enough. Then she made a tiny noise.

His eyes flew open. No. Please, no.