I pulled her hair back gently, enough to tip her chin up, and put my mouth on her throat and felt her moan vibrate against my lips.
Her rhythm faltered.
I tightened my grip on her hip and set it back.
"Don't stop."
She didn't stop.
Her hair was becoming my favorite thing. Thick and dark and long enough to wrap twice around my fist, and I did exactly that — wrapped it twice and used it to set the pace I wanted and f****d her until her voice went hoarse from sounds she couldn't seem to stop making, and her arms were shaking with the effort of holding herself up.
"Oceans—"
"I know," I said. "Take it."
I threaded my fingers in her silk strands when I had her up against the wall and f****d her with her legs wrapped tightly around my waist like she would fall off if she didn't hold on ri
