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“Stroke yourself,” he murmured, guiding her hand between her legs. As much as he wanted to do the touching, he wanted his hands free to guide her more, and be able to watch what felt best for her. She hesitated a moment, but when he leaned up to capture a hardened nipple between his lips, she sighed in pleasure and began stroking her clit. He could hear the slick sound of her caressing fingers and his cock sliding in and out of her core. Matt closed his eyes in pleasure and sucked tenderly, rubbing his tongue against her.

A soft sound of enjoyment spilled from her throat as she found a motion she liked, her hips moving smoothly. Soon her breathing turned shallow and rapid, her eyes half-closing as she stared down at him. Matt lay back against the pillow and adjusted the tilt of her hips with his hands, changing the angle, seeking the one that would make it even better for her.

“Oh,” she moaned and stopped, eyes fluttering shut as though she was savoring the sensation.

Perfect. Matt’s heart pounded out of control, his breathing rough. He kept one hand on her hip and reached the other up to brush a lock of hair back from her cheek, then cradled the side of her face, forcing her to maintain eye contact. “Stay right there and keep touching yourself,” he commanded in a low voice.

Her eyes opened and she focused on him, skin flushed and her eyes aglow. With her poised atop him, he increased his grip on her hip and took over the motion from beneath, watching her eyes, his hand on her face forcing her to keep the intimate connection between them. He drove up into her and withdrew in a slow, steady rhythm, watching her expression, using it to guide him.

When he shifted the angle slightly once more, her lips parted on an almost soundless gasp of pleasure. Shock flared in the depths of her eyes, then something like awe, as though she couldn’t believe what she was feeling. He felt the answering tremor race through her body, felt the tingles race up from the base of his spine.

Right there, he thought in satisfaction, pumping into her at that same angle.

Her body automatically took over the motion, hips rocking as she sought her pleasure, going after it with single-minded intent, fingers rubbing her clit in tight circles he memorized. Her eyes fluttered closed, as though the sensations were too exquisite to bear. “Oh, Matt,” she moaned, her face awash with ecstasy.

God, he fucking loved the idea that she’d never felt this with another man. It made him insanely territorial and protective, but more than that he needed to watch her come apart for him, while he cupped her cheek and drank in every shifting expression on her face. Her fingers moved faster over her clit now and a frown creased her forehead, a quiet whimper escaping as she climbed toward release.

Matt stared up at her and let her move how she wanted, his cock sliding against that sensitive place on her inner walls with each downward stroke. Her sex gripped him, the delicate muscles rippling around his throbbing cock and it felt so good he couldn’t hold back a groan of pleasure. Briar moaned in answer, her head falling back as she rode him. So fucking beautiful he knew he’d never forget the sight of her like this.

His hand on her hip tightened, fingers digging in as he pushed her toward orgasm. Again and again he drove up into her, her tightening expression telling him how close she was. She gasped and seemed to hold her breath for a moment, her entire body drawing taut, spine arching back, then her husky cry of release rang through the room. The walls of her sex milked him as she came, the sounds of her pleasure filling the air, raking over his raw nerve endings. Matt gritted his teeth and held on, the need to come flaying him.

Finally she stilled and opened her eyes to stare down at him, panting, eyes heavy with satisfaction, cheeks pink and her lips flushed. She turned her cheek into his palm and kissed the heel of his hand, holding his gaze as she rocked again, the movement languorous and sensual. Matt growled deep in his chest and drove upward, so desperate to come he was trembling.

Something predatory flared in her eyes. Grabbing his wrists she pushed his arms upward, toward the pillow. “I want to do it,” she whispered, that hungry look in her gaze driving him fucking insane. Muscles rigid with need, he allowed her to pin his hands on either side of his head and watched her ride him while the pleasure built and his heart tried to pound its way out of his ribs.

She rode him in a slow, sensual rhythm, her eyes drinking in his every reaction as she took him apart. The pleasure coiled higher and higher, tearing helpless moans from his throat, every muscle locked. She was killing him in the best way possible, and clearly loving every second of it. Matt laced his fingers through hers and gripped hard as he moved with her, plunging up as she sank down, his cock swelling inside her as release loomed.