Free Loves Me, Loves Me Knot by Heidi Betts

on his chest and into a sitting position.
    Knees locked tight on either side of his thighs, she slowly began to angle her hips so that she moved forward and back on his hard length at the same time she rose and fell just slightly.
    “And it feels even better,” she told him. Her hands were still flat at his waist, and she used them for leverage as she increased the speed of her movements. Just a bit. Just enough to add to the friction.
    Gage licked his lips and swallowed, Adam’s apple bobbing like a fishing lure in his throat.
    “I forgot how big you are. How you fill me like no one else ever could.”
    His pelvis rose up at the same time hers came down and she gasped, biting her bottom lip to keep from crying out.
    “And how right it feels.”
    Her eyes slid closed as sensations continued to swamp her. Oh, how she’d like to believe she was in control. That she could maintain control no matter what.
    But she wasn’t a fool, and she couldn’t lie to herself, even if she tried.
    With Gage, she was never in control. Not entirely. Not when he touched her, kissed her, moved inside of her.
    “I forgot how good this feels. How good
you
feel.”
    He gave a low grunt and thrust his hips upward in a quick, stabbing motion as high as he could go. “Then for Christ’s sake, speed it up,” he growled.
    A flare of heat burst low in her belly and spread out to every extremity. She wished he would do that again but was afraid if he did, it would all be over too soon.
    He hadn’t been inside her for five full minutes yet, but already she was teetering on the edge. Completion was right there, within reach, and she could get there in a blink if she put her mind to it.
    But then it would be done, and she’d really rather make it last. Maybe not all night . . . after all, she was kind of hoping for an encore later, if he was up to it and the boas held . . . but something that lasted more than five or ten minutes would be nice. If only to give her a longer memory to carry with her through the rest of her life.
    “You don’t want to rush, do you?” Without even trying, she sounded as though she were channeling Marilyn Monroe.
    Gage’s voice, however, was anything but soft, anything but yielding. “I want you to finish what you started. Finish what you dragged me in here and tied me up to do.”
    A spurt of guilt thumped through her heart and caused it to skip a beat. “Please don’t be angry,” she said. Later he would be furious and demand answers, but until then . . .
    Trailing her hands from his waist, she let them slide along her own thighs, then inside to lightly skim the triangle of dark curls surrounding him, over her belly and up to her breasts. They weren’t large, but they were perky and Gage had always claimed to find them fascinating.
    He’d also liked to watch her touch herself, and she did so now, feeling his gaze lock on her like a heat-seeking missile. On her fingers where they cupped the small globes. On her thumbs as they coasted over her hard, raspberry nipples, making them pucker even more.
    His chest rose and fell with his sharp, shallow breaths, and he was struggling beneath her now. Not to get free, but to get her to move, to drive deeper, to bring them both to a fast, fiery climax.
    Bringing her right hand to her mouth, she licked the pads of her thumb and forefinger, then returned them to the same nipple to roll it between the damp digits. “Tell me what you want,” she ordered, her voice little more than a lacy wisp of breath. “Tell me what you want me to do.”

 
     
     
Knit 5
     
    Gage knew exactly what he wanted. He wanted Jenna to untie his hands and let him touch her. Let him cup those delectable tits himself and lean up to take a ripe, pebbled tip into his mouth. Let him grip her hips while she rode him, helping to set the pace, moving her just the way he needed to bring them both to a crashing, violent climax.
    He didn’t know what the hell was going on here, but one thing was