Rippled by Erin Lark

to remove my boxers, but she was latched on, and I knew she wasn’t ready to let go.
    Obviously too focused on what she was doing to notice me working on her skirt, she shuddered when my fingers grazed her clit. Even with her panties acting as a barrier, I could tell she was wet. So. Fucking. Wet. Her hands stopped moving, and I took the little opening I had.
    After shimmying out of my boxers, I lowered her onto her back as I worked on the clip to her skirt. She looked at me with wide eyes as her hands searched for a place to land. I guided them behind my neck, and that was where they stayed.
    “Are you okay?” I asked, tossing her skirt to the floor. She swallowed and nodded. “Are you sure?” Another nod. “Are we going too fast?”
    She shook her head. “Too slow.”
    I made a sound of approval. Even if she wasn’t my sub, I could still play with her mind. The question was, could I keep myself in control long enough to do so? Not likely. Head games would have to wait for another day. But not now. Now when her body was so close. Exposed and willing.
    Krista wiggled out of her remaining clothes with my help, and, as I held my arm under her back, she arched it as far as she could go. I knew what she wanted—what she needed—but I took my time.
    Just a little while longer.
    I drew tight circles around her clit and pressed a finger inside her pussy lips when she thrust up at me. I groaned as she took it in, her body closing around it like a glove. She tensed, then relaxed, and I withdrew my finger only to add a second one to it.
    Again, I played with her clit. She moaned and turned her head from one side to the other. My cock twitched, and I stroked it with the fingers that had just been inside her.
    She bent her knees. Widened her stance. Presented herself to me. Fuck. It was all going too fast, and like two trains colliding at one hundred miles an hour, there was no way to stop it. No way to slow it down.
    I leaned over the side of the bed and fished for my pants. Lucky for me, I still had one condom left in my wallet. I tore the foil with my teeth and rolled it on before moving between her knees. I tried to decide if I wanted to taste her first or keep my sanity by fucking her. We were both so new. Charged. Holding back wasn’t an option.
    She looked up at me, her eyes pleading with mine. “Don’t make me wait.”
    Either out of pure desperation or from what I’d told her earlier, her words were a kick in the gut. They barely escaped her lips, but the urgency I felt at them was enough to drive me past making a decision to reacting. Taste-testing would have to wait. I had to have her. Right. Now.
    I could’ve had her any way I wanted. I could’ve asked her to kneel. Had her lean over the edge of the bed. Made her stand up. But I couldn’t wait. Here is just fine. It was better than fine. The fact that she was so willing, so submissive…I would’ve taken her anywhere.
    She isn’t your sub.
    Tell that to the rest of her body !
    Using my free hand, I guided myself to her. She arched her back again and held it there. I pressed against her pussy, and we both exhaled at the same time as I carefully thrust into her, one aching inch at a time.
    For a moment, neither one of us moved. We didn’t breathe. And as her body adjusted around my cock, I slowly withdrew then thrust in again. I leaned in to kiss her, breathing her in each time she gasped. She tangled her fingers in my hair. Pulled at me. Lifted her hips.
    “Let me know when you’re close,” I told her as I widened my strokes. Slow, teasing strokes. The kind that would drive any woman—any man—out of their minds. Stay in control. I was already losing it. “Don’t come without me.”
    So much for making her my equal. I might have been gentle, but my role as a Dom—her Dom—was ever-present.
    “I…” She struggled to speak as I circled her clit with my thumb. “I’ll try not to.”
    “You won’t,” I corrected her, quickening the pace.
    She