Page 25 of Filthy Hot

I feel his lips touch the shell of my ear. There is a moment of silence before I turn around in his arms. My gaze lifts, finding his, and I miss the weight of his arm around me, his hand on my breast, but there is something infinitely better about looking into his eyes.

“Good morning,” I whisper.

He arches a brow. It makes me think that he wants me to say something else. So, I take the chance.

“Rider.”

His lips curve up into a grin, and he leans forward, touching his mouth to mine. His hand slides down from my cheek, passing by my throat, down my arm, and then it slides between my legs.

I gasp, and he takes my lips parting as an invitation to slip his tongue inside of my mouth and taste me. I don’t protest, although I’m sure my breath isn’t that great after a whole shift at work and then sleep.

I’m without a doubt positive that I don’t smell that great, either. I usually take a shower right after work, but last night’s activities didn’t allow for that. But as his fingers begin to move between my legs, all thoughts of showers and morning breath completely vanish.

He breaks the kiss, and his mouth moves down my jaw as his fingers continue to work between my thighs. His thumb presses against my clit, making firm circles. But when his two fingers slip inside of me, he curls them, and I can’t stop the moan from escaping my lips.

“Rider,” I whisper.

He hums but doesn’t stop his ministrations. Lifting my arms between us, I curl my fingers around his shoulders, arching my back. Tilting my head backward, I open my eyes as I look up at the ceiling.

My hips move without me being in control of them.

I’m sensitive, sore, and on the verge of an orgasm.

I’m not sure what I’m going to do next. I am a ball of nervous energy—it consumes me—wholly. I want to beg him for more, but if I do, then it will be over. I want a lot. I want everything all at once. A million times over and over, never ceasing.

When it becomes too much, the pressure, the pain, the need… only then do I beg. “Please.” The whisper comes from the tip of my tongue, filling the room, but then again, it almost feels as if I’m screaming it at the same time.

I don’t know which way is up, if I’m coming or going… but when his thumb gently flicks my clit, I know that I’m done for.

I come.

Hard.

My entire body trembles.

I can’t control myself. It’s as if some other person takes control of my body because I push him onto his back. His hand falls from between my legs as I climb on top of him. Straddling him, I, for whatever reason, take control.

I’ve never taken control of anything in my life, except when I left Xavier, the first, second, even fifth time. So, I guess this is the second instance I’ve taken control, and I do that by sinking down along Rider’s length and taking him inside of me.

My head falls back as I let out a moan.

Rider’s fingers grip my waist, holding me down along his length. I dip my chin to look down into his eyes and place my palms on his chest. I try to move, but he doesn’t allow me to. He grins up at me, his gaze dancing as he watches me.

“You feel good, baby.”

Oh my God.

Baby. He’s said it a few times, but this is different. I don’t know why, but I love it.

All of it.

The whole sentence.

“Rider,” I exhale.

He chuckles, flexing his fingers against my waist as he begins to move me the way he wants. I let him, my control completely given back over to him. It’s better when he’s in charge anyway.

I keep my hands on his chest, my head falling back between my shoulders, and I let out a heavy breath as he moves my hips the way he wants. My nails dig into his chest. Each roll of my hips causes my breath to hitch. I’m so sensitive that I don’t know if I’ll even feel comfortable at all.

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