I press my hands against his shoulder and push. “I want to ride you.”

He quirks an eyebrow. “Yeah?”

“That’s what I want.”

Keeping his arm around my waist, he rolls to his back. “Show me how you want me.”

God, I want him like I’ve never wanted anything. So much, I can’t even put it into thoughts or words.

“Come here.” His low command spikes my desire higher.

I straddle his hips and press my hands against his chest, slowly rubbing myself over his cock, but not taking him inside me yet.

He squeezes his eyes shut. “You’re so fucking hot.”

“Too hot to look at?”

His eyes open. “I see you, Lilly. You’re my beautiful goddess above me.” His lips twitch. “I was trying to worship you.”

“Until I decided to play rodeo girl?”

“Until you got greedy.” He reaches around me and grips his cock, holding it steady for me to sink down. “Come on.”

I roll my hips one more time, loving the way he bites his lip again and groans. His magnificent muscles strain with the effort of holding back.

My legs shake as he slowly pushes inside me.

“Oh, fuck, that’s good, Lilly. Just like that.” He curls his hands around my hips, gripping me tight.

I take him deeper, watching him battle his need to hold me down and thrust up into me. Rolling my hips, I take a little more, growing slicker and hotter. I close my eyes and relish this feeling I’ve never gotten anywhere else, take pleasure in how my body responds to him.

“Lilly,” he says hoarsely. “I love your fucking pussy.”

I can’t help laughing and he groans. I take my time riding him, driving us both wild. He touches me everywhere. Possessive caresses up and down my back, over my hips, down my thighs, encouraging and exploring every inch of me.

“I’m close. So close.” He’s so thick and hard, orgasm isn’t far away.

His hands go back to my hips, not guiding or directing. More like he’s appreciating every movement.

I gasp and grind into him harder, taking everything. My legs tremble. Heat blooms over my skin. My vision blurs. A low moan pours out of me. The relief takes my breath away.

Under me, he flexes his hips, drawing out the exquisite pleasure until I can’t take any more.

“Lilly,” he rasps, his voice a warning that he’s about to lose control.

I roll my hips slower, run my hands down his chest. “What do you need, Z?” I ask in a playful tone.

“I need to empty my balls in you, woman.”

I burst out laughing and he flips me on my back, thrusting back inside so hard, I gasp. His feet dig into the mattress, fucking harder and harder. Pinned underneath him, I lift my legs, wrapping them around his waist.