She does. Right there on her kitchen counter, her thighs clamping around my hand, her head thrown back, a sound coming out of her that I want to hear every day for the rest of my life. I keep working her through it until she's shaking, until she grabs my wrist.
"Stop — too much?—"
I pull my fingers out and she whimpers — then watches with dark eyes as I bring them to my mouth and suck them clean.
"Jesus Christ," she breathes.
"Now we go to the bedroom."
I lift her off the counter and she wraps herself around me, her mouth finding mine, kissing me like she's trying to devour me. I carry her down the hall, nearly walk into a wall because I can't stop kissing her, and finally get us to her room.
I set her on the edge of the bed and she immediately reaches for my belt.
"Off," she says. "Now."
I like this version of her. Demanding. Greedy.
She gets my jeans open and shoves them down, and when my cock springs free she makes a sound that goes straight to my ego. Her hand wraps around me and I have to lock my knees.
"Gracie—"
"I want this." She strokes me, base to tip, her grip firm. "I've been thinking about this for days."
"Yeah?" My voice comes out rougher than I intend. "What have you been thinking?"
"About how you'd feel inside me." Another stroke. "About whether you'd fuck me hard or make me wait."
"Both." I reach down and still her hand before I embarrass myself. "But right now I just need to be inside you."
"Finally," she breathes.
I strip off my shirt and she watches me with dark eyes, her gaze tracking down my chest, my stomach. When I kick off myjeans and boxers, she makes a sound that goes straight to my ego.
"Lie back," I tell her.
"No." She sits up, pushes at my chest until I'm the one sitting on the edge of the bed, and climbs into my lap. "I want it like this."
I grip her hips as she positions herself over me. "You sure?"
"I've been thinking about riding you for three days." She sinks down onto me, inch by inch, and we both groan. "So yeah. I'm sure."
She's so fucking tight. So hot and wet that I have to dig my fingers into her hips just to keep from losing it right there. She takes all of me, settling into my lap, and for a moment neither of us moves.
"God," she breathes. "You feel?—"
"I know." I flex my hips, pushing deeper, and watch her eyes flutter. "You feel incredible."
She starts to move. Slow at first, rolling her hips, finding a rhythm. Her hands grip my shoulders for balance, and I lean back on one arm to watch her — watch the way her breasts bounce with each movement, the way her head falls back, the way she's completely lost in how good this feels.
This is what she's been missing. This is what that piece of shit ex never gave her.
"That's it," I groan. "Take what you need."
She does. She rides me harder, faster, chasing her own pleasure, and it's the hottest thing I've ever seen. I reach up and cup her breast, roll her nipple between my fingers, and she gasps.
"Diesel—"
"I've got you." I sit up, changing the angle, and wrap my arm around her waist. She's pressed against my chest now, her hipsstill moving, and I can feel every inch of her. "Come on, baby. Take it."
