Her head tilted to the side when she touched my face. “No surrendering.”
My guts clenched.
Clenched with want.
With need.
With this devotion that made me weak in the knees.
She pushed me onto my back, and she stared down at me like she was searing this moment into her mind.
Her eyelids dropped closed as she savored it.
Then she dove forward, the oath frenzied when she whispered, “We’re taking what’s ours.”
She kissed me hard, with a devotion that singed across my skin and embedded into my bones.
It was dizzying, being with her like this. Fully freed. Just her and me. Lost to each other. To the truth that we were where we were always supposed to be.
All it took was a brush from her and I was hard again.
She felt it, and a needy gasp raked from her lungs.
Desire filled her being and glimmered from her skin.
Aster pushed up onto her knees, fisted my dick, and aligned me with her pussy.
She plunged down.
Took all of me in.
Body and fucking soul.
My hands shot to her hips. “Shit. Aster. Yes. Do you have any idea how you feel?”
A wispy, dazed laugh ripped through the air. “I hope half as good as you feel to me.”
She began to move, and I held her by the waist while the girl worked me over.
She glided up and down on my shaft. Her walls clutching my cock in a fist, and her tits bouncing with each pitch of her body.
Bliss.
Bliss.
Bliss.
I shot upright so I could get to that mouth, kissing her hard and wild while she rode me in her own form of possession. Writing herself on my being.
But she was already there.
Greed.
She just hadn’t fucking known it.
I rubbed my thumb on her clit as I kissed down her throat.
I felt her wind, the sensation grow, her body burning up as the pleasure gathered quick. Two strokes later, an orgasm tore through her, head to toe.