Her eyes met his as she gulped for air.

It was nothing more than hesitation, he figured. So he wasn’t going to take his time, wasn’t going to give her a reason to run again.

He dropped his head to plant a short peck against her lips, but one kiss wasn’t enough. She needed more. Craved more. He could see it in her eyes.

And he wanted the exact same thing.

His cock pressed tight against his zipper, begging to be freed. But he was going to have to wait because tonight, he wanted to take things slow. He wanted to give Gina what she’d been missing, wanted to make sure he turned her inside out so that she’d come back for far more than just a night.

He swung one strong arm underneath her, his palm gliding across soft, silky fabric as he turned and placed her gently onto the bed.

She raised herself to her elbows and watched him take a measured step backward. His thumb traced around the edges of his bottom lip as his gaze lingered on hers. He was thinking of all the things he wanted to do to her, visual cues bouncing around his racing mind.

He wanted to touch her everywhere; run his fingers through her dark hair, lap his tongue around her tight pussy, hold her by the ass as he fucked her deep against the mattress. She was a fucking goddess in a floor-length gown and he wanted to devour every piece of her.

He raised his hand to loosen his tie first and then unbuttoned his shirt. He threw the fabric to the floor as he ripped his belt from his pants and then unbuttoned himself until he was able to step out of the formal wear and into nothing but his tight red boxer briefs.

His gaze caught hers once again as she surveyed him, studying his body and the rock hard cock that was straining to fuck her slow and steady, then faster until she shuddered around him. Letting her look her fill, he waited a moment before climbing on top of her, spreading her thighs wide for him to crawl between them.

She was hot beneath him—literally, figuratively—and the certain fire in her dark eyes was enough to steal his breath. No matter how hard she had tried to fight this, he knew this was exactly what she wanted. Perhaps it was exactly what she needed, too.

Her lips trembled as his mouth grazed across hers. His body above hers, he ground against her, the thin fabric separating them igniting a friction against her dress.

Her hand found its way to the back of his head as she pulled him deeper into a passionate kiss.

He nipped at the side of her neck before dragging his tongue down the soft flesh around her collarbone. He continued to watch her as he pulled a strap over one shoulder and trailed a path down to the top of her breasts, only to stop and leave her wanting more.

And she was definitely going to get more. If she was patient.

With an arched back, and his eyes still fixed on her, he made his way down to her hip. Her chest heaved, she chewed into her lip as she watched him slowly begin to hitch her long dress up the length of her legs.

Inch by inch, the bare skin of her calves, then her thighs, were exposed until the dress had been bunched up enough to show a pair of skimpy see-through black panties. One hand skated between the sides of the thin fabric as he made his way back up the length of her body to kiss her while his hand continued to caress her down below.

She cocked her head sideways to lap her tongue over his and let out a hard exhale as he toyed with the hot opening of her pussy.

“Tonight, you’re all mine,” he whispered.

His rough hand glided over her opening and then he pressed his palm against her, eliciting a deep, throaty moan from her. That was nothing compared to when the first finger slipped inside, preparing her with short, intimate strokes. And then another finger to stretch her wide.

It wasn’t enough for him. He needed more. Wanted to see what he was doing. He retreated from her pussy to slide the other strap off her shoulder and then in one slick motion, he rolled her onto her stomach while he was still on top of her.

He dipped his head low enough to skate down the nape of her neck and then her back before pulling the zipper down the length of her back until the top of her panties were exposed. He reached upward and dragged her dress down her back and then jumped off the edge of the bed to rip the gown from her body in one last motion.

She was almost bare now, having not needed a bra with the dress she was wearing. They were on equal footing, both in their respective underwear. But it wasn’t enough for him. He wanted to see every piece of her.

He climbed back on top of her and ground his needy cock into the seam of her ass, held her head firm with one hand as he nibbled at the lobe of one ear. And with his free hand, he reached between them to drag her panties down over her thighs.

He glanced at her bare ass, wanting nothing more than to slam his cock into her, but he knew he needed to take his time. So that’s what he continued to do, planting a trail of kisses down her back and then the curve of her ass.

With two strong hands, he gripped her by the hips and pulled her to her knees so that he could get a better view of her pussy; slick and wet, warm and ready.

She glanced over her shoulder and moved her lips, preparing to speak, but he stopped her as he drove his tongue forward, lapping at her folds. She moaned, shifted slightly forward as her head dipped to the pillow beneath her.

She tasted every bit as good as he had remembered, but that was nothing compared to his other senses that were running fucking wild. The sight of her breasts heaving, her perfect tits brushing against the soft sheets and the soft sound of her moans threatened to make him come and he hadn’t even begun yet.

He dropped one hand to massage his aching cock through his boxers as he lapped her sweet, pink pussy, sucking gently on her swollen clit. She groaned something unintelligible before dropping flat onto the bed and then immediately climbing to her knees and turning to face him.

“What are you doing?” he questioned, but she didn’t respond with words. Only actions.

She folded herself toward him and then pressed him back, pulling his boxers down his long legs, freeing his erection to slap against his rock-hard stomach.

He propped himself up on his elbows and watched as she dived onto his cock, her mouth somehow as hot as her pussy had been. His fingers tangled in the thin sheets beneath them as he gave in.

He dropped his head and shifted backward off the edge of the bed. In the mirrored panels behind him, he could see her every move. She twisted her hand up and down the length of his hard cock as she sucked his throbbing head. He needed this, needed her mouth and her pussy. Maybe just needed her in general.

He dragged his palms over his head as his body spasmed, his abs recoiling and his cock twitching. He could feel his balls pulling up into his body, but, no, not like this.

He thrust himself into a seated position. With one hand firmly planted onto the mattress behind him, he stroked his free hand through her hair as she continued to bob up and down on his cock. He was going to fucking blow unless he did something drastic.

He pulled her head off his cock using nothing more than her hair. He felt the slightest bit of guilt until she looked him dead square in the eye and holy fuck…

He needed to be inside her now.

He climbed to his knees and pushed so that she fell onto her back. She swallowed and dragged her palm over swollen, wet lips as he crawled back over her, pausing only to roll a condom on before holding his cock firm against her pussy and sliding into her tight heat, halfway.

It took every bit of muscle he had to restrain himself. He needed to be buried to the hilt, needed to fuck her until she saw the universe in her eyes. But there was this need circulating in the back of his head—or was it his heart—that was screaming for him to take things slow. With every inch he sank into her, though, he could feel himself steering toward a mind-numbing orgasm. He wasn’t long for this world, and that spoke to the power Gina had over him.

He wondered if she knew.

She held a hand firm against the back of his head as her legs rose to lock themselves around his ass. Her eyes locked with his and then closed once he was all the way inside, reveling in the grip of her channel around his swollen length.

He held his position, let her adjust to his width before beginning to rock in and out of her. With every careful thrust, her fingers dug deeper into his back and he could feel the tension easing in her legs.

A little faster. A little harder. Somehow even a little deeper. He fucked her with a deliberate pace that was meant to turn her world upside down, but it was his world that was spinning. His fingers dug into the sheets as he tried to refrain from spending himself inside her too soon.

But then she opened her eyes again and her legs dropped to his side. He stopped above her, coming to a stop. Before he could process what was happening, though, she threw a hand against his chest and rolled him onto his back. He watched through heavy-lidded eyes as she climbed on top of him with a knee on either side of his hard body. Her hands massaged his chest as she guided herself down on his hard, glistening cock.

“You’re being gentle, Rory. I want you untethered. Deep. All of you.”

“Fuck.” He shifted to hold her by the waist as she began rocking up and down the length of his hardness.

He grit his teeth, his hips bucking as he drove himself deeper, fighting to not steal back control so that he could spend himself inside her hot pussy as she came around him.

But that ship had sailed because a second later, her lips trembled and quivered as she broke around him, her tight channel squeezing his cock.

He sat up and gripped her lean waist in his hands as he thrust up once more, his cock flexing in frantic spurts. His head dropped over her shoulder as her arms clutched at his back, and she held him tight as she shuddered over him.

The sounds of their harsh breathing still filled the room as she flopped forward, bonelessly on his chest.

He glanced at the two of them in the mirror with Gina’s slick back on display, her legs kicked around his hips. A warmth spread through his chest at the view…This beautiful woman cradled against his body.

Just one more time?

Yeah, not if he had anything to say about it.