Page 139 of Gathered Sparkle

She rests a hand on my chest, the heat of her palm sinking into my skin. Then, slowly—so fucking slowly—she drags it lower over my ribs and stomach until her fingers catch on my sweats’ waistband.

My breath locks in my throat.

I should help her. I should shove the damn things off like I want this as bad as I do. But the moment she hooks her fingers into the fabric, my pulse jackhammers, and I realize—

She’s the first person to touch me like this in almost a decade.

She must sense it, the hesitation I can’t mask, because she doesn’t rush. Instead, she traces a featherlight touch over the waistband, like she’s letting me make the final move. Like she’s saying,It’s okay. Take your time.

Something in my chest pulls tight.

But I don’t want time.

Not anymore.

I exhale sharply and lift my hips, shoving the waistband down in one swift motion, freeing myself.

The cool air is nothing compared to the heat of her gaze.

Her lips part slightly, her breath hitching as her eyes lower, taking in every inch of me. My cock is thick, hard, aching, the tip flushed and leaking against my stomach. And she just watches.

She drags her fingers along my thigh first, skimming higher, not touching my cock yet. Her hesitation is deliberate, like she’s savoring this—like she’s making sure I want it.

Fuck, I want it.

“Yes?” she asks, her voice barely a whisper.

I swallow, my body wound so fucking tight I feel like I might snap. My hands fist in the sheets, trying to hold on to the last shred of control.

She doesn’t press. She waits.

“Yes,” I rasp, the word breaking free on a strangled breath.

Her fingers wrap around the base of my cock, soft, tentative, and my entire body shudders.

Holy shit.

She tilts her head, watching me like she’s fascinated by every tiny reaction. Then, keeping her grip light, she glides the head of my cock through her wetness, coating me in her heat, letting me feel just how ready she is.

A strangled groan rips from my throat, and my hips jerk instinctively, chasing the sensation. My hands fly to her waist, holding her steady.

She licks her lips like she knows exactly what she’s doing to me, savoring every damn second of my unraveling.

I feel her shift so the head of my cock presses against her entrance, just barely, just enough to tease. And I’m shaking.Fucking shaking.

I try to wait. Try to let her control the pace. Try to be patient.

But then—

Something inside me snaps.

With a growl that barely sounds human, I grab her hips and drive myself into her with one deep thrust.

The sound she makes is half a gasp, half a broken moan, her fingers clutching my shoulders like she was expecting the hesitation, not the fire.

I don’t give her time to adjust. I can’t. Because the second I’m fully inside her, with her heat wrapped around me and body molding to mine—it’s over. My control is fucking gone.

Her nails dig into my skin, her hips jerking against me, meeting me, taking me deeper, like she doesn’t want slow either.

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