Grinning down at her, I slowly lift my gaze to her face, my fingers still working between her legs. Her wetness slides down my hand, but I don’t care, it’s just as sexy as she is. Cupping her, I grind my palm against her sensitive clit.
“Jesus,” she breathes, her lids opening slightly to look up at me.
My lips twitch into a smile as I watch her. Shifting my body up farther, my face too far to kiss her, but close enough to watch every single expression that crosses her features, I bring her to another climax with my hand.
“Ford,” she snaps once she’s caught her breath.
I can’t take the smile from my lips as I look down at her. Slipping my hand from between her legs, my smile grows even wider. I shucked my jeans a while ago, my boxers too. I could be inside of her in a split second, but I don’t, not yet.
“What, honey?” I ask.
She shakes her head, letting out a huff as she lifts her arms, wrapping her hands around my shoulders as she tugs me down toward her chest. Touching my mouth to hers, I brush my lips across her own.
“Don’t you think I want to watch you work me, Stephanie. See those diamonds decorating your tits sway above me?” I ask against her mouth.
She laughs softly. “I’m completely worn out, Cowboy,” she breathes.
“But you want more?”
“So much more.”
“Won’t be able to walk tomorrow,” I inform her.
She snorts. “Who needs to walk?”
Shaking my head, I slide my tongue along her bottom lip. Moving my mouth toward her ear, I tug on her lobe as I shift my hips between her spread legs. Sliding my hands behind her, I roll on to my back, positioning her above me.
“You’re not letting this me on top thing go, are you?” she breathes on a soft laugh.
Sliding one of my hands up her back, I tangle my fingers in her hair, tugging her head up as I look into her blue eyes. Her lips curve up into a small smile as she watches me through lowered lids.
“Should I not want to watch you, Stephanie? Most beautiful girl I’d ever laid eyes on in kindergarten and you still are just that,” I rasp.
Goosebumps break out over her skin as her body shivers. “Why are you so sweet, Ford Matthews?”
“I’m really not,” I murmur.
She shakes her head. “You are,” she breathes. “You really are just that sweet and I’m the fool for walking away when I could have had this sweetness the past seventeen years.”
“You would have resented it, and me, honey,” I admit.
Saying the words aloud, it feels like a betrayal to the way I’ve felt for the past two decades, but it’s also freeing, because I realize that it is the truth. She would have regretted never running off to follow her dreams.
She also would have resented me while she lived a lifetime of regret, and I can’t be foolish enough to have wanted her to ever feel that way not only about me, but about herself as well. I’m man enough to know that though she hurt me, she did what she needed to.
My hand wraps around her hip, the other still buried in her hair as I lift her up slightly. “Ride me for a little bit. Let me watch you in all of your beauty,” I rasp.
She licks her lips, nodding her head once. “Yeah,” she breathes.
Stephanie reaches between us and for the first time tonight, I feel her soft touch against my dick. She aligns my cock with her center and with her lowered lids on mine, she sinks down along my length.
Tugging her head back farther, I watch as she arches beautifully for me. Squeezing her hip, I keep her still. Loving the way that she feels. She’s soft and warm, wet, and having her wrapped around me feels like fucking heaven. It feels exactly the way that I knew it would—like coming home.
Sliding my hand from her hip to between our joined bodies, I press my thumb against her clit. “I can’t, not anymore,” she moans.
“You can,” I simply state.
She tries to shake her head, but my grip is too firm as I hold her head back. Instead, I play her. Rubbing firm circles against her clit, I watch as her hips start to move. It’s subtle at first, just a little jerk, then as I continue, her body starts to shake.