Page 13 of Breath By Breath

“Heaven.”

I smile at him. “What about this?” I lift up on my knees and slide back down.

“Torture. Pure fucking torture.”

“I don’t know, feels pretty good to me.” Closing my eyes, I tilt my head back and cup my breasts as I focus on slowly lifting and lowering myself onto him.

“Nipples,” he grates.

I open my eyes. “What?”

“Pinch your nipples.” He licks his lips as his eyes are laser focused on my breasts.

I do as he asks, and I don’t try to stop the moan of pleasure that falls from my lips. I grind my hips, taking what I need from him.

“Lena?”

“Yeah?” I ask, my eyes closed, letting the thousands of sensations of feeling him inside me and the tug on my nipples wash over me. He curses under his breath, which has me opening my eyes and meeting his stare.

“Let. Me. Touch. You.” He bites his words out through gritted teeth as he fists his hands at his sides. His eyes snap to mine, and the hunger I see takes my breath away.

“Hands on my hips,” I concede.

“Thank fuck.” He immediately grips my hips. His hold is tight, and his jaw is clenched. He lifts me and slams me back down without notice. I gasp, but it doesn’t seem to break through this fog he’s captured in.

“S—Stanley,” I call out his name. Why I thought him not touching was a good idea, I’ll never know.

“I’m here, baby,” he replies as he continues to lift me and slam me back down on him. It’s wild and intense and absolutely perfect.

“More. Please—” I don’t even know what I’m asking for. All I know is that I want more of it. More of his tight grip on my waist, more of his hard length inside me.

I want it all.

Anything and everything he’s got to give me.

I’ll take it.

“Tell me I can move my hands, Lena.” It’s a demand, one that I’m happy to give in to.

“Yes. Yes. Please, yes!” I call out. Suddenly his hands are everywhere. I take over, bouncing on my knees as he cups my breasts.

Why does it feel so much better when he’s the one squeezing my nipples?

“Your pussy is going crazy, baby,” he says, sliding his hand behind my neck and pulling me into a kiss. I slow my actions because I’m ready to come, and I don’t want to, not yet. Not without him. Instead, I grind on him, sensually rocking my hips while his tongue explores my mouth.

When he pinches my nipple with his free hand, I clench around him.

“I’m not gonna last long if you keep doing that.”

As if I’m a puppet to his words, I squeeze around him again.

“Fuck,” he grits. “Need you there,” he breathes against my lips. He slides his hand that was tweaking my nipple between us. His thumb finds my clit, and I rock my hips faster. Grind harder.

“There you go,” he praises. “Take what you need, baby. I’m so close.”

“S—St…” My voice trails off as the most intense orgasm of my life takes over my body. I feel the burning tingle race down my spine, settling between my thighs.

“Fuck, so tight,” he says through gritted teeth before he holds my hips still and releases inside me.

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