Page 75 of Family Bonds: Coy & Angel

He leaned back and smiled at her. “Well then,” he said. “No reason to disappoint you. How do you want to do this?”

She frowned. “What do you mean?”

“Ride me in the chair or bent over the desk?”

Her face flushed. She hadn’t put a ton of thought into it. She was discovering all sorts of things about her body and loved that Coy let her explore.

“Wow,” she said. “I can’t decide. How about we go with what I started and then another day, you can bend me over the desk.” She waved her hand in front of her face. “I feel so naive flushing over this. You’ve got more experience than me.”

“No reason to keep score,” he said. “I want you to do what you want.”

“I’m going to,” she said.

Once she’d convinced Coy she wasn’t sore, he hadn’t told her no once. He let her set the pace most times, but she wanted him to maybe be a bit more forceful. Didn’t every woman want to feel like the man they were with was losing control?

At least she thought they did.

It was how she felt most of the time.

She crawled back on his lap and spread her knees around his hips. Might as well get comfortable and see what worked the best before they started to eliminate clothing.

Her hands went to his face, almost cupping his cheeks, but softly, her mouth lowering to his.

She wanted the kiss to be hard and sensual, but she always ended up wanting to stay here with her lips against his for hours. All sorts of kissing that she felt she’d never get enough of.

His hands went back under her shirt, then under her bra, feeling her up, and she started to giggle.

“What’s so funny?”

“Nothing,” she said.

“Something,” he said.

“I just got thinking this is what young people do.”

“I’m young,” he said, frowning.

“Not as young as me,” she said, grinning at him.

“True,” he said. “Do I have to prove to you that I’m not old?”

“Maybe,” she said.

“You asked for it,” he said, sliding her off his hips. He grabbed her by the waist and spun her so that her back was against his chest, then he leaned down and bit her ear. “Tell me to stop.”

“No,” she said. “I want you to do what you want to me. Don’t worry about hurting or scaring me.”

“Are you sure?” he asked.

It was actually what she’d thought. He’d been holding back.

“Positive. You know how strong I am. You’re not going to break me. Stop treating me like I’m weak. You know how much I hate that.”

His hand went down the front of her scrubs, found her wet heat and then two fingers invaded her. She sucked in a breath and let out a sigh.

“I do know how much you hate that,” he said, thrusting in and out. “I think maybe I have to test it for both of us to get past it.”

“Please do,” she said, her head falling back on his shoulder.

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