Cory Takes Over

Cory gets on top. She pins his wrists down, grinds against him, wet silk sliding over hard flesh. Six months of wanting this exact moment clenches inside her like a fist. She sinks down slow at first, stretches around him, teeth catching her lip until the burn blooms into pleasure. His breath hisses through his teeth. She keeps moving, hips rolling, never letting up. He tries to thrust up into her and she stops, smirks, waits until he surrenders to her rhythm. When she leans down, sweat drips from her chest onto his stomach. He sucks a mark onto the side of her breast and she rides harder, the slap of skin the only sound that matters. Each drag pulls a whimper from her throat and a curse from his.