“What are you doing out of bed?” Walker walks up behind me, sweeping my hair over my shoulder and placing his lips on my neck. The room fills with the scent of him fresh out of the shower, his damp skin closing around me.
I’m staring at the space he freed for me in the closet. “Remembering,” I respond, leaning into him for support.
He turns me to him, linking his hands around my waist. My breath hitches when I come eye level to his chest, where small beads of water cling to his skin. I lick my lips, wondering exactly how much time we have until he leaves for work.
“Stop looking at me like that.”
“Like what?” I rake my eyes up slowly, enjoying my view, until they land on his.
“Like I need to take you back to bed.”
“Who needs a bed?”
“Emi—”
“I can’t help it! If you don’t want to be ogled, you can’t come in here looking like this.” I wave my hand up and down his body. The shirt I’m wearing opens at my movement, exposing my nudity underneath. His eyes mirror my actions from a second ago, roaming my body.
“Fuck.” He lets out a sharp hiss.
“That’s what I’m thinking, too.” I press into him, feeling his firmness under the towel.
“One look, Emi, one glimpse, and I’m ready to go again.”
“It’s called a healthy sexual appetite.”
“I’m thirty years old. You’ve reverted me back to a horny teenager. I can’t get enough.”
I yank on the towel until it falls to the floor, then lift my mouth to his. “You won’t hear any complaints from me.”
The kiss starts out slow, him pushing the shirt off my shoulders until we’re both naked. I crawl up his body, locking my legs around his waist and guiding him easily inside.
His hands dig into my hips, and he growls against my tongue when I purposely constrict my thighs and clench my core muscles at the same time.
“You aren’t the only one always ready to go again.”
I break away from his mouth, placing my forehead against his as I rock back and forth. His eyes are closed, his lips parted as his own breathing increases. There’s no denying Walker likes control, and he’s fighting to take over. But this morning, he’s handing over that control. I raise my hips and slam back down, crying out at the sensation.
A rush of power comes over me, and I slow down, determined to make this last. Being in charge shoots adrenaline through my veins, pushing me to speed up, but this is my chance to give back to Walker for all the times he’s taken me to the brink of madness. Now it’s my turn to tease and taunt him until he comes apart.
“Emi—”
“Shhh, let me do this my way.”
His eyes fly open, and the intensity in his gaze scorches through me. I swivel my hips in both directions, teasing him as my hands fist in his hair. Then I hitch my hip to the side and angle him deeper so that I can literally feel him everywhere. With each thrust, the friction between us rubs against my clit and my breathing becomes pants.
He starts to move with me, sucking my bottom lip into his mouth and nipping with his teeth. Then he starts his own seduction, moving his mouth along my chin, jaw, and neck until he reaches my ear.
“Ride me, Emi. Let me feel your pussy grip me harder.”
A coiling and trembling starts in the pit of my stomach, and I won’t last much longer. I drive up and down, every muscle in my body wrapping tighter around him. My toes start to tingle as I struggle to hold back.
“Walker,” I moan, wanting him with me.
“Give it to me, Emerson.”
My legs start to quiver as I drive down on him twice more and explode, screaming his name. That sets him over the edge, and he loses the handle on his control, pummeling into me until my vision blurs. I barely feel him thicken inside me as he sets off another orgasm with his throaty growl.
We stay this way, me wrapped around him, clutching firmly as my body trembles.