where they clashed into each other before getting lost in the bass streaming in from the other room.
She closed her eyes, the music flowing into her to feed the moment. Heavy, rolling, consuming, it shoved away everything but the now.
His eyes were still on her, dark and wanting, when she lifted her eyelids. She was trapped by the intensity as she crawled forward to sit on his erection. God. Her head dropped back, his thick length heating her crease. She swiveled her hips, letting his dick roll under her until it rubbed on her clit.
“Yes.” The breathy exclamation fell from her lips. He found her rhythm, hips rocking to meet her slow grind. It was so good, the steady rise of her orgasm spreading through her limbs with each dip and rub.
“Jacqui.” He smoothed his palms up her thighs, heat spreading to enflame her skin, but it didn’t compare to the fire that smoldered in his eyes. “Take me.”
That was a plea she had no power to resist.
She lifted, and he held his cock for her to slide onto. The breach and glide down washed through her on a slow sigh. He filled and stretched her in a delicious rush of potent sensation. Her moan rose deep from her chest to burst out in a cry of pure pleasure.
Sweat dampened her nape, the fierce need to finish rising so quickly she shuddered at the force of it. His hips bucked, and she undulated on him, riding the wave before she started her own pace. Long, slow glides that stoked the fire threatening to burn out of control.
He was breathtaking beneath her. Lips parted, eyes heavy, still giving to her. It was stunning. Almost impossible to believe.
The overwhelming sense of being out of her depth pounded in her chest and latched on to her mind to question and probe, dig until the doubt clawed at her throat. But then she focused on the desire and want in his eyes, the bridled strength caged beneath her that he so willingly offered. That empowered instead of derailed her.
She dove forward to take his mouth, claim him and all that he offered. The kiss was sloppy and heated, tongues stroking between nips and scrambled breaths that left her pulse racing and her head dizzy.
“Touch me,” she murmured, lips grazing over his ear. “Everywhere.” Hold me. Feel me.
“Yes,” he rumbled, palms running up her arms to race down her back. “Yes.”
His touch was everywhere. On her hips, up her sides, across her shoulders and nape. It burned into her bones, chased away everything but him.
She straightened, his hands following her up to cup her breasts. Her head fell back, hips lifting and rocking faster with the building rush of her climax. He plucked at her nipples, sizzling prickles shooting straight to her sex. His leg hair tickled her palms when she braced herself, arching impossibly more.
The music changed, slowed to one of her favorite songs. The words rode her mind, drove her forward to stare down at him. Her pulse hammered at her neck and her hair tumbled forward to drape over her arm in a wild mess that reminded her of how alive she was.
Free, whole and here.
The same passion was locked in his eyes, in the contorted press of his lips and pull of his brow. He was right there with her.
“So close,” she whispered, more to herself, thighs burning from the workout. It only added to the moment, to the rush that was winding tighter and tighter.
She grabbed his hand, pressed his thumb on her clit. He pushed, rubbed and found a pace that sent her flying. Her orgasm crashed outward, bursting from her in a tensing of muscles and flash of blinding heat.
Her cry blew over the music, bounced off the walls and came back. She gasped, shuddered and was just finding her bearings when Henrik grabbed her hips, thrust up once, twice and ground into her with a roar.
Chin thrown back, teeth clenched, tendons straining in his neck—he was all power and strength. She could so clearly see the athlete right now. Raw and exposed, yet still contained beneath her. Within her.
The high of her orgasm softened with the tenderness that reached in to grasp at her heart. For all of his gruffness, he’d had no problem giving her the control and power she hadn’t even known she’d needed.
He gasped, bucked one last time then sagged to the mattress, chest heaving with each breath.