Page 48 of The Rebel

I waited for it to return, for a second stroke, for any kind of touch at all, but I got nothing.

My head straightened, and I rose a few inches to circle my arms around his neck, drawing our faces closer. We were breaths away from kissing.

“Are you punishing me?”

“No, Rowan, I’m reminding you. There’s a big difference.”

“Reminding me of what?”

He slammed our lips together, and while we made out, he replaced his finger with the tip of his dick, rubbing his head over me. His skin, although silky, gave me the friction I needed.

“How much power I have over your cunt,” he roared against my mouth.

My hips were moving forward and back, sliding him around me.

“Look at you.” His fingers bit into my ass. “Look at how badly you fucking need me.”

Air was huffing through my mouth as the tingles started in my clit. They came through hard and fast, swirling toward my stomach. And as they built and peaked, all I could do was hold on.

Take them.

Let them work their way through me.

But while they did, I screamed, “Cooper,” and I pulled our bodies together, feeling the heat of his skin through his shirt and mine.

He didn’t stay silent while I moaned; he breathed with me.

Held me.

And the second my voice quieted, my body still shaking, even though I was coming down, I heard, “Your pussy is making my cock so fucking wet.” He gripped my ass even harder. “You know, there isn’t anything more beautiful in this world than watching you come.”

Our eyes were suddenly locked.

I was still.

But he wasn’t; he was lowering the tip that had just gotten me off and was rubbing it toward my entrance. “Now, I get to watch it again, but this time, you’re going to be riding me.” He lifted me higher until there was only about an inch between my head andthe ceiling, and he positioned me directly over his tip. “Take it when you’re ready, Rowan.” His mouth was on my neck, kissing around the loose collar. “You’re so fucking wet, I’m going to slip right in.”

I could tell.

Because it took no more than a slight bounce, and I was opening to fit him in.

I would think that with how much sex we’d had in Canada, my body would remember his size and automatically be ready for him.

That wasn’t the case.

So, I took my time—testing his patience, I assumed—while I slowly filled myself with his shaft, eventually sinking all the way to his base. Once I was there, I paused, allowing my body to recall the way he felt.

To really take him in.

To get used to this all over again.

His hands rose to my face; his thumbs pressed against the sides of my lips. “That tightness, fuck, I’ll never get used to it.”

“I can say the same about the size of your dick.”

He let out a small, short chuckle. “I’m in no rush, you can take your time. We can do this all fucking night as far as I’m concerned.”

He released my face, and I, almost instantly, felt his thumb on my clit again.

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