Page 94 of Racing for Redemption
“You came prepared?”
“A gentleman is always ready.” He grins, tearing open the packet. “Protection first.”
It takes him seconds to roll the condom on, his movements practiced and sure. I reach for him, guiding his cock toward me, but he touches me first. Circling my clit with gentle pressure, his eyes lock on mine.
“Tell me what you like,” he urges. "I want to make you feel good."
“This is…F-Fuck,” I stutter, rocking against his hand. “Just like that.”
He watches my face, reading my reactions, adjusting his touch in response to each hitch in my breath, each tiny moan. I’m being studied, learned, mapped by his caring hands and eyes.
I can’t wait any longer. I position myself over him and sink down slowly, taking him inch by inch. We both moan at the sensation—the stretch and fullness, heat and pressure, the pain and pleasure.
“Fuuuuck.” William gasps, hands gripping my hips. “You feel incredible.”
I begin to move, setting a slow rhythm that builds gradually. He helps guide me with his hands, supporting me, but he lets me control the pace. I roll my hips, finding the angle that sends sparks shooting through my core.
“That’s it,” he encourages, voice strained. “Just like that, Violet.”
I increase the tempo, chasing the building pleasure. William watches me with hooded eyes, his face a study in concentration and awe. I can tell he’s holding back, restraining himself to let me find my pleasure first.
“You’re so beautiful like this,” he says, moving one hand from my hip to my breast, thumb brushing over my nipple. “So wet for me. Taking what you want. Taking me.”
His words fuel my desire, pushing me higher. I lean forward, changing the angle, and gasp at the new sensation. With a sudden move, William captures my mouth, his kiss intense and passionate.
“I want you to feel good,” he murmurs against my lips. “Want this to be worth crossing that line.”
I laugh breathlessly. “Trust me, it is.”
“Good.” He slides his hand between us, finding my clit again. “Wouldn’t want bad reviews of my bedroom skills. I'm already under enough scrutiny as a driver; I don't want that in private.”
I let out a chuckle. "You're so goofy sometimes."
"And you love it." He captures my lips again—needy, intense, nibbling at my lower lip.
The combination of his touch and his cock inside me isoverwhelming. I’m close,so close, the tension building to an unbearable peak.
“William,” I gasp, my rhythm faltering as pleasure threatens to overtake me.
Something shifts in his expression. He sits up suddenly, arms wrapping around me, changing our position without disconnecting our bodies.
“I want to lead for a bit,” he says, his voice both question and statement.
Before I can answer, he rolls us, pinning me beneath him. The new position drives him deeper, and I cry out at the sensation. I dig my fingers in his back, the pleasure too much to handle. His eyes lock with mine, seeking confirmation.
“Is this okay?”
“Yes,” I breathe. “God, yes.”
He begins to move, his thrusts controlled and precise. This isn’t the frantic sex I expected—it’s deliberate, focused, almost reverent. William watches my face with each movement, adjusting to find exactly what makes me gasp and arch beneath him.
“You’re amazing,” he whispers, pressing his forehead to mine. “So fucking amazing, Violet.”
His pace increases, and I wrap my legs around his waist, forcing him deeper. He finds one of my hands, pinning it beside my head and interlacing our fingers. The gesture feels oddly intimate, more so than the joining of our bodies.
“I’m close,” I warn, my orgasm fast approaching
“Me too.” His rhythm falters slightly. “Together?”
