Page 60 of Take My Hand

“Legs around me.”

She winds them around and pulls me closer, brushing my cock against her center. I groan at the sensation and I know I don’t have much longer.

Pinching the tip of my cock to try to keep my release off for as long as possible, I guide myself back to her opening and push in.

She exhales and her eyes flutter closed, eyelashes fanning out across her cheeks.

The moment I’m sheathed in her, I know I’ve reached the edge of my control. I pull my hips back slowly and bite the inside of my cheek so hard I taste blood. Pushing back in, I fall over her, bringing us chest to chest.

Her nipples rub against my skin, creating friction that I know feels good for her, judging by the way she clamps down on me.

I rain kisses over her neck and chest, alternating between gentle and biting ones, keeping her on her toes and enjoying the way she reacts to each one of them.

“I’m getting really close,” I grit out, bottoming out again and again. A bead of sweat drips from my forehead and onto her collarbone. Dipping my head down, I lick it off her. “I’m going to need you to get there again, okay?”

She shakes her head, eyes wide. “I can’t. I’m done. Please, no more.”

“You agreed to do as I said. So listen to what I’m telling you. I want one more. And I know you can do it, Carter,” I whisper the last part into her ear and goosebumps erupt across her arms.

She nods her head, eyes shut as she focuses every part of her mind and body on my thrusts. Part of me wants to tell her to open them, put her eyes on me, but I enjoy this view just as much—eyebrows pinched in pleasure and focus, cheeks flushed high with color, a light sheen of sweat covering every inch of her. Neck elongated and veins prominent, painted fingernails digging crescents into my biceps.

The citrus scent of her perfume is almost faded, but lingers just enough to still be noticeable above the scent of sex. Hot, earth-shattering sex.

I can’t even begin to think about the last time I’ve felt this tuned with someone. Her body responds to my every touch with such energy, such enthusiasm.

And every brush of my skin against hers, every graze of her nails, every arch of her hips, she pulls me deeper and deeper into her orbit, and I wonder who’s really in control here.

She’s following my lead, has completely given up her body to me, and yet I feel locked in under her.

And I love it.

It’s still all of my actions that are controlling her, wringing her body out with every last bit of pleasure I can get from her. She’s still pliable under my hands, letting me move her body this way and that. Letting me control the tempo and the pace.

But it’s my mind that’s fallen under her lock and key. I grip her chin, forcing her eyes to open and zero in on mine, that’s when I totally lose it.

“Carter,” I grit out, thrusts growing more erratic as pleasure builds at the base of my spine and my balls lock up.

“Let go,” she whispers, the words so soft and so delicate as they fall between us.

She squeezes around my cock, and that’s it for me. I slip my fingers between us and find her clit, rubbing quick circles to get her to fall over the edge with me. Her thighs shake around my hips, and she tosses her head back but keeps her eyes on me as she starts to come again. I bottom out, emptying my release and letting my forehead fall forward to hers as pleasure rushes through me at breakneck speed.

My arms give out, and I fall on top of her, but she doesn’t seem to mind. She winds her still bound hands out from between us and places them over my head, stroking my hair as I come down from what was easily the best orgasm of my life.

I’m not sure how long we lie there for, hearts slowing to the same, steady rhythm as we remain chest to chest, heart to heart. I stroke lazy circles up and down her arms. Neither of us speak, both too exhausted for words. But it’s not an awkward silence. It’s tranquil; both of us completely at ease.

For the first time in as long as I can remember, my mind is still. Worst-case scenarios have stopped their continuous loop and anxious thoughts have taken a break, mercifully allowing me to rest here, with Carter in my arms and enjoy the reprieve.

If I could, I’d live in this moment forever with her.

“How nice of you to finally grace us with your presence,” Reid snarls the moment I walk into the trailer that’s serving as our green room for this festival.

“Where the hell have you been? I’ve been calling you,” Walker says with a look of concern.

Nikolai leans against one of the walls, silently scanning me up and down before settling on my face. He examines me with a careful sweep, looking for signs that today is a bad day for me. But my usual dark circles aren’t there today and my shoulders hang at a normal level, not tight up to my ears with tension. He seems satisfied and takes a lazy sip from his red cup.

“Sorry, I lost track of time,” I say to the room.

“And what the hell happened to your shoulder?” Walker asks when I walk past him and he gets a look at my bandage.

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