“Good girl,” I praise, and my lips crash into her.
Her kiss is hungry, urgent, all tongue and teeth and heat. When I finally press my fingers between her thighs again, she gasps like she’s been waiting her whole life for this. She’s soaked, hot, and dripping for me, and I can’t fucking take it. I’m obsessed with the way that she reacts to just my touch. I can’t wait to see what she’s like when I’m thrusting into her with everything I have.
“If you want me to stop, tell me now,” I tell her. “Tell me now, baby, because you’re so fucking ready for me and I’m barely holding it together.”
“Grayson,” she whispers, her voice catching somewhere between a breath and a moan, a prayer… a plea. “Don’t you dare stop.”
That sound shatters me.
I slip two fingers inside of her and curl them just the right way, reveling in every sweet noise she gives me. She’s soaked. Ready.
I’m already addicted to her in a way I’ve never been with anyone before.
“You’re unreal,” I breathe, my voice strained. “I need you, sweetheart. Right now.”
I guide her skirt up to her waist as her hands move to undo my belt buckle, her touch just as hungry and frantic as mine. She strips off her shirt, revealing a sleek black bralette that does nothing to hide how hard her nipples are. My jeans hit the floor a second later.
I hold her in my lap as she unhooks the bralette. And when it falls?
I nearly lose it all over again.
“Jesus, Mia…”
She lowers herself onto me slowly, gasping as I stretch her open.
“Fuck,” she curses. “No condom.”
“I’m clean, sweetheart,” I assure her. “Nobody but you in longer than I care to admit.”
“Me, too,” she says with a sweet yet seductive smile. “And I have an IUD. Thank God, because I really wanted to feelallof you.”
Hearing her say that, I’m ready to come right there. I didn’t think I’d get to feel that so soon, but I’m sure as hell not going to tell her no.
Her hips roll instinctively against me and I swear under my breath again, my hands still gripping her tightly to steady her. She’s all softness, heat, and breathless whimpers against my mouth while she somehow remains in complete control on top of me as I watch her eyes roll back into her head with pleasure.
She’s tight. Hot. Fucking perfect.
It feels like heaven is wrapped around me, and I don’t know how I’d ever thought sex with anyone else was any good before this.
This is earth shattering. Life changing. Every move she makes pulls me further under to the point that I’m practically seeing stars.
I let my hands roam her body, cupping her breasts and letting my mouth follow as I flick one of her nipples with my tongue and suck like my life depends on it.
“You’re going to be the death of me,” I say against her skin, my voice low and reverent.
Looking up at her, she locks eyes with me, all flushed cheeks and sex-hair, as she slowly moves up and down with all the intention in the world. She’s never looked more beautiful to me than she does right now.
“Then I hope it’s slow and sweet,” she whispers, pure sin dripping from her voice.
She’s the one in charge now, and I love every goddamn second of it.
But it’s my turn now.
I stand just slightly, my hands grasped firmly on her hips to keep her in place, and I flip her onto her back, never breaking our connection. Her hair fans out like a halo, her eyes wide and waiting for more. I line myself up, in the perfect position to thrust into her as deep as I can, and the sounds we both make fill the room.Mine.
She gasps again as I move against her, her nails digging into the skin on my back, staking her own claim on me.
“Grayson!”
