Page 50 of Sweet Retribution

“Oh.” I feel my cheeks warm and am thankful for the dark room.

“And how you’re always so damn wet for me.”

“Oh.” I can’t help how breathless I sound. He does that, takes my breath away.

“Damn, Gia. I can feel you getting wet already.”

I try to clench my legs together, but it’s hard when I’m straddling him and his growing cock is knocking at my door.

“I really, really, really like it when you do all those things to me too.” I move my body down his and he slips into me. I gasp and arch my back and push my hands on his chest to help me get to my knees so I’m straddling him.

Stone curses his approval, which gives me the courage to ride him. I’ve never done this before, nor have I been the initiator with sex. There’s never been a need with Stone. I feel empowered, sexy, and in control, not that I ever thought about control before. It is powerful, and I got lost in all the feelings.

I lean back and hold on to his thighs for support as I move up and down on his shaft. Stone massages my breasts in his hands, then sits up so he can take them in his mouth. We set a vigorous rhythm and soon I’m gasping for breath as another orgasm peeks. I clamp my pelvis down on him and squeeze every drop from him.

We sit like that, a tangle of limbs, in the middle of his bed until our breaths steady. “Guess I didn’t need to rest after all.”

Stone lifts his chin from my shoulder. “I’m still not done with you.”

I brush the hair off his forehead and kiss it. “Okay.” I climbed off him before I’m tempted to kiss him more, and reach to the floor for the towel I’d used earlier. I sit on my side of the bed watching for signs of uncomfortableness in Stone. He’s a hard read, but he doesn’t hide when he isn’t happy with me or when he wants to be alone.

He settles back into bed and closes his eyes. Picking up on his cues, I swing my feet out of bed and pick up my T-shirt.

“What are you doing?”

I look over at him, still relaxed, his hands resting behind his head.

“Um. Putting my clothes back on.”

“I told you I wasn’t done.”

He wants me to stay? I stand half-dressed and gnaw at the inside of my cheek. I’m okay with going back to my room. Waking up in Stone’s bed will be... weird.

“Take it off,” he says without opening his eyes.

I’m a new side of Stone, one I like very much. “What have I said about ordering me around?”

One eye opens, and he tilts his head toward me. “The rules change in bed.”

“Just in bed?” I rest my hands on my hips.

“Against a wall. In the vineyard. On a workout bench. Wherever and whenever you’re wet for me, the rules change.”

“Oh, really? Says who?”

He looks at me but stays perfectly relaxed on the other side of the bed. “Me.”

“What if I don’t like the rules?”

“I didn’t hear you complaining a few minutes ago.”

“Excuse me?” I climb back into bed and rest on my knees. “I believe I was the one who called the shots a few minutes ago.”

“So you think.” A sly smirk crosses his lips.

“Ithink?”

“Babe. I had you crawling all over me.”

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