Page 192 of Becoming Us

I rocked my hips over his, drawing out a low, throaty growl.

“Give yourself a minute,” he murmured, one hand anchoring my hip, holding me still.

I shook my head. “I want to watch you come undone. And I want it now.” I grabbed his other hand, threading our fingers together to match the grip of the first. Then I moved, rocking over him with intent.

Atty groaned, his knees bending up beside me.

I leaned my forehead to his, studying every twitch and flicker in his expression—but it wasn’t enough. I wanted more. “Talk to me, sweetheart. Tell me how it feels.”

“So fucking good.” He groaned through clenched teeth, eyes catching mine and refusing to let go.

That’s it.“Do you want me to take it fast?”

“No. Slow. Do it slow.”

I didn’t hesitate. I lifted my hips and lowered them again, careful to follow his rhythm. “Do what slow?”

“Fuck yourself,” he whispered.

I moaned loud enough to make him smile.

He began thrusting up to meet me—not rough, just his body chasing mine. Every drag of his cock sent sparks ricocheting up my spine, each wave of pleasure sharper than the last.

“Tell me, Atty,” I panted, breath hot against his mouth. “Please, tell me.” I tried to keep it slow, but the pleasure we kept building made my rhythm falter and break.

“What do you need?” His fingers tightened almost painfully around mine.

“Tell me that you like it. That I’m making you feel good.” The words rushed out. I moaned again and, helplessly, added, “That I’m being good for you.”

Heat crept up my neck. I couldn’t look at him.

He tugged gently at my hands, asking without words for me to let go. When I did, he cupped my face instead, our foreheads still pressed together as my hips slowed.

“You’re doing so good, baby,” he said in a quiet, awed voice, like he couldn’t believe this was real.

The words slid down my spine and settled warm in my gut.

His eyes widened just slightly. “That’s what you like.” He breathed it out in wonder.

I looked down at him, lip caught between my teeth, trying to keep it together. “Yeah,” I admitted, voice wrecked. “I do.”

He held the silence for a moment, just long enough to make it ache.

Then—

“Look at you.” One hand slid down to grip my hip again, grounding me in place as he thrust up slowly, the other stroking my cock. “Taking me so well. Like you were made for this.”

I moaned again. Sharp. Breathless. “Fuck, Atty?—”

“Please don’t stop. I love the way you move.” His lips brushed mine, voice hypnotic. “So fucking beautiful when you fall apart for me.”

I whimpered. Couldn’t help it.

“You like being good for me?”

I nodded so fast it almost hurt. “I do. I want to be.”

His hand left my cock, sliding up my chest to press flat over my heart, fingers catching on my necklace. “You already are, baby. You don’t have to prove anything.”