Lennox's POV
Her hips began to move, slowly at first, finding a rhythm that had every nerve in my body standing at attention. I let her set the pace, watching the way her breath hitched each time she sank down, the way her lashes fluttered when she felt me deeper.
"You're doing well," I murmured, my voice low, rough, laced with pride and heat. "Better than well… almost like you've been thinking about this as much as I have."
A faint, breathless laugh escaped her, but it melted into a gasp as my hands slid lower, gripping her ass firmly and urging her into a sharper rhythm. Her body responded instantly, each movement drawing a deeper sound from her throat.
She was still impossibly tight around me, each shift and roll stealing the air from my lungs and making me grip her ass harder.
"Still… so perfect," I breathed, leaning in to brush my lips over hers, teasing at the kiss without giving it fully. "Like the first time… only now you know exactly how to drive me mad."
