Cynthia swallowed hard, her courage wavering now that Trafalgar was looking at her like that. It would have been easier to hide against him, laugh it off, and let him take control again, but that was not what she wanted. Not this time.
She had asked.
So she forced herself to move before embarrassment could steal the moment from her. Cynthia pushed him back onto the bed, and Trafalgar let himself fall with a faint lift of his brow, clearly amused and clearly interested.
'Does she want to take charge? Well, I'll let her, since she seems keen to do it and has mustered up the courage.'
She climbed over him with a boldness that surprised them both, her face burning as her hands pressed against his chest.
For a breath, she only stayed there, trying to act as if her heart was not hammering hard enough to betray her.
Trafalgar's cock twitched against her ass, hard and impatient, and she ground down against him, relishing the way his breath hitched.
