Rush

You’re a tigress. Ferocious.”
    “Bet your ass,” she murmured back.
    And then she silenced him, devouring his mouth as he’d done to her so many times in
     the past. She kissed him until he was struggling for breath. His chest heaved and
     each exhale was ragged and erratic. She loved it.
    He was wild for her. Every muscle in his body was coiled tight, and he quivered beneath
     her body. His eyes glowed fiercely and yet he didn’t try to move his hands. Even after
     she cautiously lifted her palms from his, he made no effort to take them from where
     she’d placed them.
    He was content to allow her to take the wheel this time.
    Exhilarated, she kissed a path down his chest, allowing her hair to slide over his
     skin. She scooted down his legs until she perched at his knees. Her hands circled
     his cock once more and for a moment she paused, simply holding him in her hands.
    She glanced up at him, found his gaze locked on her, lust and desire blazing in the
     depths of his eyes.
    With a satisfied smile, she lowered her mouth to where she grasped his cock and slid
     her mouth over the head, allowing her tongue to dance around the ridge and linger
     along the backside where the plump vein traveled the length of his erection.
    A long hiss escaped his lips and he arched upward, seeking more of her mouth.
    “God, Mia.”
    His voice was so strained that his words were barely discernible.
    She smiled, a confident, smug smile that said she knew foronce the power had shifted to her. He was right where she wanted him. Putty in her
     hands. He wanted her desperately and he seemed content to let her do anything she
     wanted.
    Anything.
    It was like laying out a chocolate buffet to a woman with PMS.
    She sucked him deep, taking him to the very back of her throat. Then she swallowed
     around the head, squeezing and convulsing around him.
    His groan was loud in her ears, and then his hands tangled in her hair and she grinned.
     It hadn’t taken him long to move his hands from where she’d placed them. But that
     was okay because the feeling of his hands in her hair was amazing. She loved the urgency
     with which his fingers tightened and pulled at the strands.
    But he still let her dictate the action. He didn’t pull her down onto his cock. His
     hands just remained twisted in her hair like he had to have something to do with them
     or he’d go crazy.
    She sucked her way down his length and then glided upward, leaving a damp trail over
     the silky-soft skin.
    “Holy shit,” Gabe breathed. “Goddamn, Mia. That’s it, baby. Take it deep. Love it
     when you swallow around me like that.”
    She took him deep, until her nose met his flesh, and then she made a low sound of
     satisfaction that vibrated around his cock. His hold tightened in her hair and for
     the first time, he bucked upward, his entire body so tense that she could feel his
     muscles twitching.
    When she could hold her breath no longer, she slid back up his cock and took deep,
     gulping breaths, her hand gripping him, fingers wrapped around his length, working
     him up and down as she stared into his eyes.
    His gaze smoldered, blue smoke, filled with so much heat and desire and approval.
     Oh yeah, he loved what she was doing. Witha smile, she kept hold of him and then inched her way forward, working up his thighs
     until she cradled the base of his cock in the V of her legs.
    Then she rose up, tucking the head of his dick to her entrance, and without waiting,
     she slid down, embedding him deeply inside her with one smooth motion.
    Gabe made a strangled sound, his hands going to her hips, his fingers digging deep
     as she settled more comfortable around his cock.
    “God, you’re beautiful,” he said, his gaze drifting up and down her body.
    His hands left her hips and lifted to cup her breasts, molding them in his palms while
     his thumbs brushed over the taut peaks. But this wasn’t about her. Not that she wasn’t
     thoroughly enjoying herself, but this was for him. All him.
    She wanted to rock his entire universe. Wanted to firmly implant in his mind that
     he’d never want to allow another man to touch her—anyone to touch her.
    With a sigh and tossing her hair back, she began to undulate, rocking back and forth,
     rising and then lowering herself. She could feel the tension radiating from him. Could
     see how taut his body was. How tight his jaw was clenched, and the strain around his
     mouth and eyes.
    And then he closed his