Two Bar Mitzvahs (No Weddings #3)(45)

She looked breathtaking. Her hair fell around her face in dark waves, the ends curling above her chest. Plump lips glistened, begging to be kissed. I admired her body: the luscious curve of her breasts, the intriguing dip in at her waist, the sexy flare of her hips.

Her lips curved into a smirk. “Oh, no. There’ll be no riding with wild abandon until you beg for mercy, until you groan and writhe, then plead for me to slide down onto you.”

I’d surely died. This had become heaven. This dirty, teasing side of her blew my mind. “Wait. Are you coercing me? Or seducing me?”

She gave a frustrated little growl. “You.” She pointed to my chest, as if I would somehow misunderstand. “Will keep your mouth shut, or I will gag you. I’m not above tying you up either.”

My cock kicked up against her. She groaned. Yeah, wasn’t my fault, she turned me the f*ck on with her talk of gagging and bondage. Shy little girl in the boy’s parents’ house had suddenly taken a wild turn into Naughty Land.

I thrust my hips up, angling perfectly to slide across her sensitized nerves. Her body shuddered, and her eyes drifted shut. I did it again, lowering my hands to her hips to hold her in place, then I flexed up against her, gliding over her clit.

Her hands fell onto my chest, bracing her weight. Her eyes remained shut. And without further debate, or any other word spoken, Hannah ground down on me, rocking along my length. Too much shock and sensation filled my system for me to utter even one witty retort.

I held back my movements, only flexing to give a great angle for her as I let her take charge and take what she needed. Her expressions flickered between pleasure and pain, as if she let the aching current guide her. With her panting breaths, I sensed that she took herself to the edge of release. Her skin was flushed and glistening.

On a gasp, she trembled, and her eyes flew open. “Cade, I…I need you inside me.”

On a whisper, I arched my hips. “No place I’d rather be. So take it.”

While I gave control over to her, she looked to me to provide her release. My heart ached a little that she trusted me so much—relied on me to guide her and only went there when I wanted her to.

With an imperceptible furrow of her brow, she did as I suggested. Only instead of grabbing my cock and guiding it in, she rocked her body forward, angling her hips to catch the tip at her entrance. Then she pressed down, but only an inch, no further. The tight pressure squeezed the tip, then her inner muscles clenched, gripping me so hard I almost popped out.

Fuck. My breath caught as pleasure ripped through me.

Inch by slow inch, she eased down on me. The intensity, the hot ache and need throbbing through my cock, nearly drove me out of my mind. A dozen panting breaths later, while I forced myself to hold back and let her have her way, she finally hit bottom, fully seating onto me. Then she pulled up, inch by slow inch, before doing the same agonizing descent all over again.

Damn. The woman would be the death of me, right here and now. I gritted my teeth through the torturous pleasure as she took me deep for a second time.

And that’s when the real fun began. Seated on me, she rocked into this incredible rhythm, holding me deep as she ground her sweet * into my groin. Every dozen or so circles, she’d pull herself up my shaft, as if she needed the hard friction along the nerves inside of her, before coming down and grinding all over again.

Soon heat flooded inside her, rushing all around my cock. I groaned, pinching my eyes shut as she trembled and moaned. But then she stopped moving. I felt a twitch of her inner muscles, and she shuddered.

“Hannah...I might die right now if you don’t move.”

She did, sliding up my full length. But then she dropped down hard, taking me deep. Another pulse of her muscles. Another shudder through her body. Her lips skimmed up my neck. “Are you ready to beg yet?”

My eyes widened. “Why, you naughty girl.” And kudos to her for pulling something I would’ve tried.

But her hips moved again and dragged me under. Rational thoughts scattered. Until she stopped. She seemed determined to delay her own release just to deny me mine. And f*ck, if her newfound tenacity didn’t make things that much hotter.

I held out as long as I could, but this woman—her body and soul was like a drug to me. There was no denying the fact that what she wanted, she would get. And I would be the one happily giving everything to her.

A muted bang echoed outside. A long whistling noise trilled out before a second boom. The windowpane rattled. Hannah tilted her head and glanced back toward the window. The twist of her body rubbed us both with a sizzling friction of nerves, and we moaned.

“Fireworks.” Her gaze returned to me, her awe-filled whisper hanging thick in the air.

Rubbing a thumb along her hipbone, I found my voice. “Out there, very near explosion in here.”

The corner of her mouth kicked up a tiny bit as lust glittered in her eyes. Then in her measured, teasing pace, she inched back up before sliding down another endless time.

I groaned in agony.

She ground her hips against me again, a soft moan escaping her lips. “Do you surrender?”

“Yes. I’m begging you, Hannah. For the love of God, take your orgasm and give me mine.”

A soft laugh. “What comes first?”

“Okay, I admit it. If this is coercion, then I coerced you.”

A gentle smile on her lips, she lifted up, circling her hips as she rose, then slid back down. “But it is also kinda like seduction, isn’t it?”