Grady leaned forward, moving the fabric aside, and took my nipple into his mouth. I leaned back, arms hooked around his neck in pure ecstasy as his tongue flicked across the hardened peak. Beneath me, he began to move. Slowly at first, but each shallow surge of his hips had excited pleasure coursing through my body.
“Holy shit,” he murmured, switching to my other breast. “You feel so fucking good.”
I met his movements with jerky ones of my own, but it’d been so long since I’d done this. I was clunky and out of practice. While it still felt good, nothing feltright. I wanted him to fuck me, to claim me, and this angle wasn’t hitting it for me. “Wait, take me to the couch.”
Without pulling out, he scooped me up and deposited me gently on my back. It was taking everything I had not to claw at his skin and beg him to destroy me because each shift and movement had him hitting a new spot that made me see stars. How had we let each other go? How had we lived so long without one another?
“I don’t know if I can be gentle,” he murmured, pulling out and looking down at the space where we were still connected. It was dark from my angle, but I could only imagine what he saw. How, just like his lips earlier, my arousal obscenely coated hisbare cock. As he pushed back in, I squeezed myself around him. “Fuck,” he groaned, the vibration going straight to my aching pussy. “Fuck, that feels so good. Holy shit.”
“Please, baby,” I pleaded. I didn’t care that we’d traded places, didn’t care that I was the one begging. Not if he gave in. “Please fuck me.”
I wasn’t sure what set him off. Maybe it was just the relief of not needing to hold back like before, or perhaps it was the way I begged. The moment the words left my lips, Grady let himself go. He pounded into me like a man possessed, driving me into the cushions with each thrust. It bordered on painful for a moment, stealing my breath, but then the pleasure surged. All I could think of was wanting more, more, more.
I hated not being able to scream, to thrash and cry and beg for more. I bit down so hard on my lip I thought it might bleed. Grady kissed me, swallowing my desperate whimpers. “You feel so good,” he muttered. “You feel like mine.”
“I am, I am,” I cried, back bowing at the breath-stealing way he drove into me. “I’m all yours.”
Grady unhooked my legs from his waist and set them on his shoulders before settling into a relentlessly torturous pace. The new angle was almost too much, too deep, but I loved it. Reveled in it.
I could feel the pleasure coursing through my body as I let my hand drift between our bodies to circle my clit, winding myself higher and higher like I was a time bomb waiting to explode. “Grady, I’m going to come.”
“Yes,” he whispered harshly. “Fucking come for me, baby. Fucking give me everything you have.”
With one more thrust, Grady sent me over the edge. My orgasm slammed into me, stealing the air from my lungs. Every muscle in my body tensed up, wringing all the pleasure in one shuddering climax, and sending Grady hurtling for his own release.
“Shit, shit, shit,” he groaned. “Cleo, baby, oh my god. Squeezing me so good.”
He hid his face in the crook of my neck, movements faltering with his climax as he poured into me. I felt his hot breath on my neck, reveled in the way he stifled his cries on my skin. It was euphoric.
His arms gave out, and he collapsed on top of me with a chuckle, both of us sweaty messes. Normally, I’d hate the way my clothes stuck to my body and the dampness of his skin, but not now. Not after what we just did. Not when I was still craving him like I never had before.
Turning my head, I pressed a soft kiss to his cheek, earning a smile as he pulled me closer. “How does it keep getting better?” he mused. His voice was so low I wondered if I was meant to hear it, but then he continued. “Every day, I ask myself that, you know.”
“And are you any closer to your answer?”
He shook his head. “No, but I look forward to spending the rest of my life trying to get there.”
grady
. . .
Lying herewith Cleo Hayes in my arms after a night full of the best sex of my life, there was only one thought on my mind: I was the luckiest man in the whole goddamn world.
Over the years, I’d thought that time and again, telling myself it couldn’t possibly get better than the fame and family I’d procured through hard work and dedication. Even then, I knew I was lying to myself.
But no more.
After lying spent on the couch for a few minutes, we moved to the bedroom, taking our time to strip ourselves bare and take our time until we were utterly spent. I didn’t think I’d ever come so much in a single night before. Just when I thought I was done, I’d catch a scent of her subtle vanilla scent, and it was over for me. By the time we finally called it quits, it was nearly 4:00 a.m. We had to force ourselves apart so we weren’t complete zombies when Charlie inevitably came crashing through the door with the rising sun.
I looked down at the angel resting her head on my chest, her blonde hair fanned out against my tanned skin in a contrast that almost made it glow. Cleo was so beautiful it physically hurt—her bare face and the light smattering of freckles across her nose and cheeks. Her pouty lips, a sweet pink that accentuated the sharp cupid's bow just above.
How lucky was I that we’d found our way back to one another?
Leaning down, I pressed a kiss to the top of her head. She stirred in my arms, blinking open her deep blue eyes and giving me a lazy smile. “Good morning,” she said.
As she stretched, I remembered we were both naked, too lazy to put clothes back on after our little sex marathon. My cock stirred to life at the thought of being so close to her bare pussy. Honestly, I needed to get a hold of that. I was thirty-six, not sixteen. I couldn’t be getting hard every time I was around her.
But right now, when we were in bed alone, I could make an exception.
