Page 82 of Prey for You

Then, finally, I caught both her wrists and pinned them back on the bed. Now she couldn’t roll. She struggled a few times, before slumping, glaring at me—still smiling. She tried to hump me, but because I was on all fours, my knees between hers, she ended up flopping like a fish.

“Let me go!” she pouted.

“Say please?”

She snorted. “Since when do we use manners?”

“Since I only get twelve hours with you and they’re precious,” I said seriously.

She immediately stopped struggling and even though she was panting, her beautiful chest rising and falling with her heavy breaths, her expression grew pained.

“Don’t,” she said quietly. Breathlessly. “I love this, Sam. Don’t… don’t talk about the bad stuff right now.”

I shook my head. “I’m not going to. I’m going to give you everything you need babe. Every. Last. Thing. So tell me…what do you want?”

Her lips curled up into a sweet smile. “I already told you.You.”

Still locked in on her, I let my hips settle between her thighs. Her chin went up when she felt me slide against her—but I didn’t waste any time. She was ready for me, and Ineededher.

I entered her in one long, slow slide, and her jaw went slack.

My breath shuddered and my grip tightened on her wrist ashergrip tightened on me.

Holy fuck.“You have me, Babe,” I gasped. “Now what?”

Her eyes darted back and forth, searching mine. “What are you doing, Sam?”

“I’m holding you,” I growled. “And doing everything you tell me,” I said as I drew out of her slowly and felt her tightening, trying to keep me. “So tell me what’s next?”

“My nipples,” she gasped. “I love it when you play and fuck me at the same time.”

I leaned down slowly—this one was tricky because I was a lot taller than her. Thank God for core muscle strength. But as I thrust into her again—still very slowly—I kept her hands braced above her shoulders and leaned down, playing with first one nipple, then the other, with lips and tongue, sucking, laving, nipping.

She jerked and hissed a curse.

While I was still down there, I flicked her nipple with my tongue, then spoke, letting my lips play across that tight peak.

“Let’s get one thing straight,” I said, letting my breath play over her wettened skin. “I will doanythingyou want, babe. But I do not‘fuck’ you.Ever.”

She snorted, but then I closed my teeth on that peak and her breath caught. She pulled her head up to watch me suck and tease, and her core pulsed around me as I kept my hips moving slowly but surely. When I reached the peak of a thrust, I’d hold myself there, pressed hard against her and lifting her hips. Her head tipped back and she gave a beautiful little groan, whimpering when I pulled back out.

“Faster, Sam.Please.”

What my wife wanted, my wife got.

Releasing her wrists, I clamped one hand to the back of her neck, bracing my weight on that fist, and arching my back, so I could use the other hand to play all over her body.

For a time, I forgot about anything except watching myself touch her—the tip of her chin, dragging fingers down her extended throat, cupping her breast, teasing that shining nipple with my thumb, trailing fingers down her stomach—then down to where we joined, using my thumb against her clit as I thrust—a little harder, and little faster each time, until we had a solid rhythm and her breath was starting to catch.

But I could see her struggling—her mind still in it. And I knew she needed something more.

“Tell me,” I rasped. “Tell me how to get you all the way here with me?”

“Stop playing with me,” she said immediately. “Unleash yourself, Sam. Ilove itwhen you lose control.”

Shit. “The problem with losing control, babe,” I said hoarsely, “Is I don’t last long.”

“That’s okay, because neither will I,” she whispered with a wicked grin, then reached down between us to grasp me as I pulled out of her, sliding her fingers under my length all the way to tip.

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