ever so often as their movements got faster and more erratic.
Aedian didn’t want to come like this, though. He wanted to be buried inside of her. He wanted to thrust into her body, and bring her to her climax like that.
So he lifted her up more with his grip on her hips. “Ride me,” he murmured, eyes dark.
Roxanne was flushed and she panted, reaching up to swipe hair out of her face. “I’d love to,” she said, and reached down to grip his cock.
It was always so hot to see her hand wrapped around him like that, and even hotter to watch her sink down onto him, each inch of his cock disappearing into her willing body.
It would be harder for her at this angle, so he didn’t rush her, just watched as she took him in, delighted by the sounds she made and the way her body trembled with need.
For all their differences and differences of opinion, she wanted him, and he wanted her, and their bodies seemed to fit together in an odd sort of way that shouldn’t make sense, but somehow did. And Aedian wasn’t going to question it. Not when she was fully seated on his cock, and he was sheathed in that incredible heat, feeling her walls tighten around him.
Neither of them moved for a long moment, both adjusting to the sensations that were currently coursing through them. Aedian could feel that heat pooling in the center of his belly, growing outward to warm his limbs and sweep him up in the feeling of delicious pleasure.
And then Roxanne started to move. With her on top, she was in a position to be more in control of the movements, and Aedian groaned at the slow pace she was setting.
She raised and lowered herself on his cock with agonizing slowness, letting him feel every bit of her against him. It was affecting her as well if her moans were to be believed, and her fingers curled inwards where they were pressed against his chest, fingernails biting into the skin with little pinpricks of slight pain that only added to the whole thing.
He growled, his own clawed fingers gripping her hips and urging her into a faster rhythm before he exploded.
She giggled breathlessly and allowed it, moving her hips faster as she rode him. They moved and swayed in an undulating motion that kept the contact between them, and she moaned his name softly.
He’d never been quite so affected by the way his name sounded when it was said like that, but he had the urge to flip them over and pound into her until they both found their completions in each other.
But it was a mark of how much he was trying that he didn’t do that. He let her keep her control, let her keep her pace now that it wasn’t going to drive him insane, and he watched her, eyes fixed on her face, on the way her breasts moved with the rest of her body, the way she seemed in control and at ease like this.
It was breathtaking, and all at once Aedian could see how someone like her could be his equal.
Their bodies met again and again as they both lifted and pushed into the motions, gasps and groans and the occasional growl filling the air. It wasn’t the hard and fast joining that Aedian was used to, more a meeting of pleasures, and he liked it. It was soft and gentle, and he liked it. Honestly, before all of this was said and done he was going to have a crisis if things kept changing like this.
But he wasn’t worried about that at the moment. For the moment he was enjoying feeling the way his climax was building under his skin, the way the white hot molten pleasure grew and tightened and the way his fingers dug into Roxanne’s skin, claws drawing blood slightly as he held her and pulled her down onto him again and again.
She cried out, but it was all pleasure, all want, and when she shuddered and went so tight around him, eyes closed and mouth open, he knew she was coming, and he was only seconds away from following her, body arched as the pleasure was nearly ripped from him.
In the aftermath, they laid together. It was the closest they’d ever been intentionally