Cherry buried her hands in the silky strands of Ruben’s hair and wrapped her legs around his waist and tried not to lose her head. It wasn’t easy.

His lips were insistent, devouring her with every inch of the passion she’d seen simmering beneath his surface. The single-minded intensity he displayed with every look, every touch, every word, was channeled through his kiss. She’d hoped for this all day and all night, lay here thinking about it while she waited for him to come, and now it was really fucking happening.

His hands roamed her body like they owned it. He grabbed at her thighs, her hips, fingers digging into flesh for a heartbeat before skating away, sliding up her waist, along her ribcage, perilously close to her breasts—and then, once more, they disappeared. He was a fucking tease. But he was panting against her lips, pressing his hard cock into the ache between her legs, and his tongue caressed hers as if the opportunity was a gift. He wanted her. He wanted her in a way that made her shiver, made her belly tighten and her clit swell and her nipples tingle. And he was taking her.

He pressed her into the mattress with the sheer size of his body, and his bare torso felt like heaven against her skin. For the first time she wished that they weren’t in the dark. She wanted to see him.

But no; it was better like this. Because if they’d tried it in the light she’d never be able to say…

“You like control.”

He laughed darkly. “I’m glad you noticed. Have you been watching me the way that I’ve been watching you?”

She bit her lip. “You’ve been watching me?”

“All I can fucking do is watch you. You’re magnetic. But you know that, don’t you sweetheart?” He captured her chin with his fingers, turning her head to the side. His teeth closed around her earlobe and his tongue snaked out to trace the contours of her ear. “Tell me.”

She wet her lips, tried to ignore the thundering of her heart and the throbbing between her legs and the desperate need to blurt out her every secret. “Stop trying to make me say things. I can’t say things.”

“You say whatever you want,” he whispered. “We already know that. Are you asking me to stop?”

She took a breath. “No.”

“Good. Roll over.”

She didn’t disobey, because the iron voice with which he issued his commands got her fucking wet.

She rolled over beneath him, and he didn’t make it easy. Every inch of her hips, of her arse, of her thighs came into contact with the thick ridge of his cock. He ground into her, and when she finally ended up face down on the pillow, he placed a hand on the back of her neck to hold her still and said, “Good girl.” She bit down a whimper at the sound of that deep voice, the feel of his hand. Controlling, demanding, protecting.

He settled his cock in the cleft of her arse and thrust back and forth, rolling his hips, showing her in no uncertain terms that he knew what he was doing. His weight pushed her hips into the mattress, created a sweet pressure against her swelling, aching clit.

He leant over her and whispered, “I can hear you whimpering. Did you know that?”

She gritted her teeth. “I’m not.”

“You are.” His hand slid under her scarf, dislodging it slightly, to grasp at her hair. He jerked her head up off the pillow and said, his voice firm, “I’m in charge now. Don’t bullshit me. Stop fucking around and take what you need.”

She swallowed. “What do I need?” As if someone else had to say it for it to be real.

But his words weren’t exactly what she’d expected. To obey. To submit. To yield to me. He said, “You need to know I’ve got you. And I do. You know that, don’t you?”

“Yes,” she admitted. Her voice was a whisper. It felt like a shout. Right here, right now, in this bed, she knew without a doubt that he absolutely had her.

“I could pull out my cock,” he said, “and push your underwear aside, and fill you up right now. And you’d let me. You’d take it beautifully, I already know. Your pretty cunt would swallow up my cock, and you wouldn’t even flinch.” He ground into her, as if to prove the point, and that little movement almost drowned her in desire.

The insistent pressure of his hardness moved from her arse to her pussy, pressing at the cotton of her underwear. His arms were still braced around her and the hard length of his body pressed into her, suffocating her until all that was left was sensation. Sensation, and the feeling of being protected. Protected and owned.

He reached a hand beneath her, lifting her hips and snaking between her legs until the heel of his palm pressed into her clit. She moaned, ragged and desperate, and he laughed low in her ear. “There we go, sweetheart. That’s what you want. Be a good girl and ride my hand.”

She obeyed, forgetting to feign hesitancy. Any embarrassment or nerves or awkwardness she might have felt were no longer an issue, because he was the one in control. Cherry rolled her hips against the pressure of his hand with nothing in her head but the pursuit of pleasure. He kissed her neck as she rubbed her aching clit against him, the movement bringing the head of his cock against her cotton-covered pussy again and again, until she felt almost delirious with sensation.

“You feel so fucking good,” he growled. “So good. I can feel how wet you are. Soaking through your fucking underwear.” He twisted his hips, his hardness parting her folds even through the cotton, and she moaned helplessly.

Beneath her, his hand began to move, as if he couldn’t help himself. He rubbed her clit roughly through her underwear, fast and hard, and she gasped, arching against him, urging him on without words because she could barely catch her breath and every nerve-ending lit up like a white-hot fucking flame until she—

Her orgasm was fast and hard and disorientating. The only constant as she was hit by wave after wave of ruthless pleasure was Ruben, covering her body with his, soothing her fevered skin with his kisses, whispering adoration into her ear.

“Cherry,” he murmured. “We’re going to do this again, you know. In the daylight.”

“Ummm…” She tried to protest, but her mind had turned to mush. Tiredness dragged at the edges of her sense.

He pressed a soft kiss to her cheek. “We are. Now go to sleep.”

She’d never been good at following instructions, but clearly she did fine with commands. Because she obeyed immediately and without effort, surrounded by him, and satisfied.