“M–More,” I moaned, and he obliged, picking up the pace.
Soon we found a rhythm that had both of us gasping and clinging to each other. He pushed up onto his knees and gripped my hips, angling himself deeper before he rolled us over so I was on top, letting me set the pace while his hands guided my hips.
“Ride me, little wolf,” he commanded, and the raw desire in his voice made me bold.
My thighs trembled as I sank down over and over, moaning at the new angle. He guided my rhythm, controlling even when he wasn’t in charge. The change in position had him hitting a perfect spot inside me with every thrust.
“I can feel you getting close,” he panted against my lips. “I can feel your body tightening around me. Look at you, f*****g glowing while you take me like this.”
I rode him harder, fa
