Page 120 of Racing for Redemption
I arch up, seeking more contact. “William, please.”
He chuckles against my mouth. “Patience. This time, I’m in charge.” He nips my bottom lip. “I’m going to make you as crazy as I’ve been feeling without you.”
He shifts down, trailing kisses along my neck, my collarbone. When he finally takes my nipple into his mouth, I gasp, instinctively putting my hands in his hair. He lavishes attention on my breasts, alternating between gentle kisses and sharp nips that send sparks shooting through me.
“So responsive,” he murmurs against my skin. “I love watching you squirm and moan in pleasure because of me. I can’t get enough of it.”
His body slides lower still, kissing a path down my stomach. He pauses at my hip bone, looking up at me with hungry eyes. I’m squirming beneath him, desperate for relief.
“Begging looks good on you, beautiful,” he teases, his breath hot against my inner thigh.
“I’m not begging,” I manage, though my voice betrays me.
“Not yet.” His smile is wicked.
He settles between my legs, gently pushing them wider. The first touch of his tongue against me makes me jerk. He takes his time, exploring with long, slow strokes that build the tension, but never enough to push me over.
“Did you miss me?” he asks, his fingers joining his efforts. “Miss this?”
“Yes,” I gasp, beyond pride now. “God, yes.”
He hums with satisfaction and finally gives me what I need. He circles my clit with his tongue, the pressure perfect, while he slides his fingers inside me, curling to find the spot that makes me see stars.
I raise my hips off the bed, seeking more. He presses one forearm across my stomach, holding me in place.
“Bad girl,” he murmurs, looking up at me with dark eyes. “I’m the boss now. You just have to…enjoy the ride.”
He redoubles his efforts, his tongue and fingers working in tandem, until I’m a writhing, incoherent mess beneath him. The pressure builds unbearably, my thighs trembling on either side of his head.
“William,” I gasp. “I’m going to—”
“Eyes on me,” he commands. “I want to see your face when youcome.”
Our eyes lock, and he increases the pressure, his fingers curling inside me, and I shatter, my orgasm crashing through me in waves as he watches, never breaking eye contact.
When I come back to myself, he’s gently licking me clean, his strokes soft against my oversensitive flesh.
“There,” he says with a self-satisfied smile as he pats my thighs. “All squeaky clean. You’re delicious, by the way.”
I grab a throw pillow and hurl it at his face. He catches it with a laugh, tossing it aside before pouncing back onto the bed, covering my body with his.
“I want to be inside you,” he whispers, his cock hard against my thigh. “Make up for all the time we’ve lost.” His expression softens. “But only if you want to. If you’re tired—”
I silence him by flipping him onto his back, straddling his hips. He smirks, raising a brow as I position myself over him.
“Does this answer your question?” I sink down onto him in one smooth motion, taking him to the hilt.
He cries out, grabbing my hips hard enough to leave bruises. “F-Fuck, Violet!”
I set a relentless pace, riding him hard, watching his face contort with pleasure. Many nights were spent fantasizing about him, reliving that night. His moans are relentless now, a symphony of “yes” and “so good” and my name, over and over. He digs into my hips, helping guide my movements.
“You feel amazing,” I tell him, bracing my hands on his chest. “So perfect inside me.”
“And you’re taking me so well,” he groans, his hips thrusting up to meet mine. “So fucking good, Violet.Mygoddess.”
I laugh and lightly slap his arm. “Flattery will get you everywhere.”
"It's not flattery if it's true." He tilts his head and gives me a soft smile. His expression softens suddenly, something vulnerable flashes in his eyes. He pulls me closer for a kiss that’s shockingly tender, given the frenzy of our bodies. The change in angle makes me gasp against his mouth.
