Audrey obeyed, slowly turning over with a soft, deliberate sway of her hips, arching her back as she rose to her knees on the couch. Her cheek pressed to the cushion, and her hands clutched the edge of the sofa. She was breathless and flushed, her hair a wild halo around her face, and her body trembling with anticipation.
Lake's breath hitched at the sight. "You have no idea what you do to me," he murmured, dragging his fingers down the curve of her back until they gripped her hips. "So beautiful... so fucking mine."
He slid back inside her slowly, groaning as he filled her again. Audrey let out a whimper, pushing back against him, needing more—needing him. Lake leaned over, his chest pressing against her back as he whispered against her ear, "You said you were open to me... then show me, Audrey. Show me everything."
"I am," she gasped, rotating her hips as he began to thrust into her deeply. "This is me... stripped, exposed… I only do this with you, Lake."
