"Slow down. I want to savor this," Sage demanded, her voice low and breathy as Zaeryn stood at the edge of the bed.
He looked down at her, already buried deep inside. At her command, he slowed his pace, hips moving in a slow, steady rhythm.
Sage lay beneath him with her eyes half-closed, lips parted, completely lost in the feeling of him filling her over and over. Every slow thrust dragged along her sensitive walls, sending warm waves of pleasure through her body. She pinched and rolled her own nipples between her fingers, tugging gently as the slow stretch and friction kept her floating in bliss.
"Just like that…" she whispered. "Don't stop… just like that."
Zaeryn kept the pace deliberate, pulling almost all the way out before sinking back in to the hilt, letting her feel every inch. The wet sound of their bodies meeting filled the quiet room. He watched her face the way her brows furrowed in pleasure, the soft moans that slipped out each time he bottomed out.
