Page 83 of The Sinner and the Gunslinger
“Tell me, Leila. One thing.” He thrusts.
“What?”
“Tell me one thing that makes you feel good.” Another thrust.
“I want to be on top.”
His lips curve, and we switch positions.
“Now, tell me one more thing.” His voice is thick as he watches me sink onto him.
“I like it when you touch me.”
His thumb goes to my clit and rubs. “What else?”
“Let me—” My words cut off as I see the bruises on his ribs.
“Uh-uh.” He brings my eyes to his. “Keep going. What were you going to say?”
“I—”
“Leila,” he clips. “Tell me.”
“I was going to say, let me lose control, but I don’t want to hurt you.”
He grips my hips, lifts me off him, then slams me down hard. His eyes roll back in his head, and we moan in pleasure together.
“Fuck.” I shudder.Too good.
“Use me, wildcat.”
“Shut up. I love you.”
I said it again. He locks eyes with me. Looks like he’s going to cry. I swallow the lump in my throat and then slap my palms to his chest, lean forward, and start fucking his cock like I own it.
There’s nothing left to hold back from him. He’s got it all now. My body. My love. My soul. Together we become a sweaty mess of tangled limbs. I keep finding new positions that hit me right. He keeps helping me by teasing my clit. Finally, we hit an angle that works. I’m on top again, riding him hard and fast. He’s lying back, looking at me like I’m a goddess. My thighs burn, but I’m not giving up. I can’t. I need this.
“Almost there,” I whimper, my hands sliding to my breasts, trying to ease the ache.
Zeke sits up and takes one into his mouth. It’s the angle, the sensation, the attentiveness that I need. My orgasm hits so hard that I can’t see, breathe, or move. I am the wave of pleasure rolling over me. It’s everything. It’s heaven.
When I finally come down and back to my senses, we both breathe in hard, ragged bursts. But he’s not moving. His head is buried in my neck.
“Zeke,” I gasp. “Are you... did you?”
He pulls back, eyes drunk and so full of smug satisfaction that I melt.
“Oh yeah,” he says, his lips curving lazily.
“When?” I frown, trying to remember, but I was so in my head that I don’t think I can.
He chuckles and falls on his back with a flop. “That good, huh?”
“I mean, sure, you’re okay. It was fine.”
His eyes crinkle, and it’s the sexiest thing I’ve seen.
“Babe,” he purrs, reaching between us where we’re still joined. He plunges his finger inside me, past his cock, and I moan at the stretch of my inner walls. Still so sensitive. Still so good. When his hand comes back, his finger is covered in our sticky combined release. “You came so hard you don’t even remember me doing the same.”
