Page 48 of Rescuing Aria

I reward her with my mouth. Slower now. Drawing it out. Building her higher. Higher.

Her hips rock in time with my fingers, greedy for every stroke. She’s so close. Teetering.

“Jon, please…” My name wrecked on her tongue. Guttural. Gorgeous.

“Let go,” I murmur against her skin, voice low and firm. “I want to hear you fall apart.”

She shatters.

Body arching. Mouth open in a scream. Inner muscles clenching so tightly around my fingers, it’s as if her body never wants to let me go. Wave after wave rolls through her, and I keep going—drawing it out, giving her everything, owning her pleasure until she’s trembling and wrecked.

When I finally crawl up her body, she’s still panting, her hands still above her head, shaking now.

“You can touch me,” I say softly.

Her arms wrap around me instantly, nails digging into my back, pulling me down like she needs me inside her more than air.

I slide in with one slow, deep thrust. Her gasp is muffled by my mouth as I swallow her cry.

She’s hot. Slick. Still pulsing around me.

And fuck, I’m already so close.

But this moment—this woman—deserves more than fast and desperate. She deserves everything.

I grit my teeth and slow down, setting a rhythm that will take us both apart, piece by aching piece.

“Open your eyes,” I demand softly when I notice they’ve fluttered closed. “I want to see you.”

She complies, her gaze locking with mine, vulnerable and trusting. The intimacy of it nearly undoes me.

I slide a hand beneath her, angling her hips to take me deeper, and she moans, a sound so purely feminine it sends a jolt of pleasure down my spine. Her legs wrap around my waist, heels digging into my lower back, urging me on.

“Harder,” she whispers, and I comply, driving into her with enough force to make the headboard knock against the wall.

The sounds she makes—breathy gasps and broken moans—push me closer to the edge. When I feel her begin to tighten around me again, I slip a hand between us, circling her clit with my thumb.

“Come for me again,” I growl against her neck. “I want to feel you.”

Her second orgasm crashes through her with even more intensity than the first, her body clenching around me so tightly that I follow her over the edge, my own release hitting me like a physical blow.

For long moments afterward, we lie tangled together, breathing hard, sweat cooling on our skin. I roll to the side to avoid crushing her, but keep her close, one arm wrapped possessively around her waist.

“Holy shit,” she finally manages, her voice hoarse. “Now, that’s a nice way to wake up.”

“Nice?”

“Decadently wonderful.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment.” I can’t help the satisfied smile that spreads across my face.

“That was… I didn’t know it could be like that.” She turns to look at me, her expression a mixture of wonder and satisfaction.

The simple admission makes my chest swell with something between pride and tenderness. I press a kiss to her forehead, unable to find words for what I’m feeling.

After a while, she stretches, wincing slightly. “I think I need a shower.”

“Mmm.” I trace patterns on her hip. “Good idea.”