Page 56 of The One

They both tugged and twisted, pulled and yanked and the next thing she knew they were falling onto his bed naked and reaching for each other.

“You know what I want to do?” she asked.

“What?” he asked, reaching for her and pulling her on top of him.

“I was going to say I wanted to take control. I kind of like that and like that you let me do what I want.”

“We both get enjoyment out of it,” he said, wiggling his eyebrows, his hands reaching for her breasts.

“We do,” she agreed. “But I want you to take control. I’m starting to wonder if you think I have to be handled gently. And though there are times I like it, it’s not necessary.”

She wasn’t going to lie and say she didn’t enjoy the tender sweet side of him, but she knew there was more and she wanted to see that side.

“I want you to feel comfortable,” he said.

Which meant that, yes, he was doing it for her. That was the last thing she wanted. Or needed.

“I am. I do. But I want to feel like a woman that turns a man on,” she said. She was shocked the words came out of her mouth, but she was going to speak the truth because she needed to.

“Then tell me what you want,” he said.

She found it funny the two of them were naked on the bed having this conversation, but his hands were roaming over her body and warming her up well.

She rolled off of him and got on her hands and knees and hoped that was enough for him to get the message.

“I’m sure you know what to do.”

He grinned at her, reached for the nightstand, got a condom, covered himself and got behind her standing on the floor, her on her knees on the bed.

He grabbed her hips and yanked her closer so that she was level with him, then pushed her head down so that her butt was in the air more.

She let out a sigh of anticipation. He was doing as she said, but she’d seen the look in his eyes that he wanted this as much as her.

His hands were on her hips, then sliding around to the front of her, over her waist and down between her legs. “You’re awfully wet,” he said.

“I’ve been thinking of this most of the day.”

He was rubbing up and down between her lips. “And not cluing me in on it? I don’t think that’s fair.”

“Now I know you’d like to know that information.”

He thrust one finger in her and she thought her legs were going to go down. “I would,” he said, pumping in and out. “Just like you’re ready for more than this.”

“Yes,” she said, “I am.”

His hand moved out from between her legs and grasped her hips. She felt him lining up and then sinking right in.

One of them let out a moan and she was pretty sure it was her.

More so when he started to move in and out.

“Just like that,” she said.

“I want you to be happy,” he said. “I want you to get what you want, but you’ve got to know this is making me extremely happy.”

His breath was catching, his voice a little jumpy. She had a feeling he might get there before she was ready and didn’t want that to happen.

“Rick,” she said. “Oh my God, that feels so good.”