I laugh, low and husky. “I think Theodore could use a sibling. What do you think?” I tease, grinding agonizingly slow, watching the flicker of pleasure ripple across her face.

She giggles, and the sound is music—until my sudden, deeper thrust turns it into a needy moan.

“Is that funny?” I ask, amused by her expressions, my body humming with a fierce desire to be rougher—but now isn’t the time. Now, I want to savor her, gentle and slow, honoring every ...