Page 74 of Static

"Nice and slow," he hissed between gritted teeth.

Whether he was talking to me or himself was anyone's guess.

"Wrap those gorgeous legs around me, Gwen," he breathed into my ear.

I did and then we both groaned as he slid a few more inches into my body. I was panting as I tried to control the feelings that were overwhelming me. He was giving my body time to adjust, but I didn't really need it. I was so ready. So wet. That relaxed, dazed sensation from before was gone. My body had woken up once more and my core clenched around him in need.

He groaned. His forearms were on either side of my head and he was holding the majority of his weight off me.

I couldn't catch my breath long enough to thank him for that. It was keeping me from feeling penned in. Instead, I was able to listen to that seemingly insatiable need inside of me. I squeezed my legs, hooking my ankles around each other on his back, and arched my hips.

"Goddamn it," he groaned as he slid all the way inside me. His head lowered as he tried to gain control of himself. "I was going to go a lot slower than that, Baby Girl," he ground out.

"I don't want slow," I told him.

His head snapped up and his eyes narrowed. He was studying my expression. Whatever he saw there seemed to reassure him. "You want me to fuck you?"

"Yeah," I told him in my best patronizing tone. What did he think we were doing here? I grinned up at him. Where had this sassy feeling come from? He'd just brought something out in me I never really knew was there. I wanted to tease him. To play around. The way friends did. The way lovers would.

He grinned, a blond brow rising in challenge. "You want it hard and fast?"

My breath caught in my chest. I nodded. His eyes narrowed on me. "Yes," I answered.

"You'll tell me if you need me to stop?"

"I promise," I groaned, trying to roll my hips. He had me pinned down, but I was starting to get restless.

"For any reason?"

"Reed," I snapped.

Both his brows shot up. "I didn't even know you knew my first name."

Rolling my eyes, I echoed, "I know more about you than you realize."

He smiled down at me and flexed his hips. I gasped at the friction the movement caused. "Is my girl getting a little frustrated?"

"Oh my God," I hissed. "Would you just-" I broke off with a cry as he started thrusting.

"One thing you're going to learn about me, Gwen," he said, lowering himself again so he was speaking directly into my ear. He was still holding most of his weight off my body.

It was hard to concentrate on his words. Not when my world was a cascade of sparks and pleasure. Every stroke, every thrust, was sending me higher and higher.

"I like it rough," he told me, nipping at my ear. "But not now. Now, I'm going to take my time. I'll be gentle. But in the future, I'll fuck you at my own pace, in my own time. I'll spank your ass, and you'll love it. I'll tie you to the bed and worship you for hours. You'll be sore and so satisfied you'll wonder if you've died and gone to heaven."

"Oh my God," I moaned.

"I'll fuck you so good, that you'll crave me when I'm gone. I'll make you come so much you won't want to go a day without me," he promised.

"You've already done that," I moaned, arching against him. I could feel my climax building.

"Not even close," he muttered. His arms were shaking, his muscles bunching, and releasing as he moved above me.

He was holding back. Even I could see that. And though it was sweet of him to do so, it wasn't what I wanted. I didn't want gentle. I didn't want careful. "Static," I groaned.

"Just like this," he growled.

"Harder."

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