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He listens to me without hesitation, flopping down onto the black silk in the middle of the bed, waiting for my next command. My body thrums with energy as I walk toward the bed slowly, my breasts aching with need. I stop when my thighs brush against the coolness of the sheets, making my nipples get even harder, my skin even tighter.
“Watch me,” I command.
His gaze follows my hands, trailing down my breasts, swirling around my nipples, my navel, before finally sliding down my aching pussy, plunging into my wetness. Fingers brushing against my clit and my folds, my mouth falls open with a moan and my eyelids flutter closed, imagining it’s his thick cock inside of me and not just my fingers.
When I pull out and slide my fingers up to my mouth, tasting my own juices, he reaches for his cock, but I stop immediately. A groan tears from the back of his throat, guttural and raw, as he catches on quickly, his thighs straining with effort not to touch himself. Finally, he knows the game.
“Good boy,” I say, climbing onto the bed on all fours. He watches me with hunger, his eyes raking down my face, my lips, my tits. “Touch yourself, Grey,” I tell him in a low voice, husky with my desire. “Touch yourself and imagine it’s me.”
He hesitates, but then he wraps a hand around his steel hard cock and slides down, reaching out to clutch the sheets with his other hand. He manages to hold my gaze until I reach down and stroke myself in time with his own thick slides, moans falling from my lips with every breath, his eyes shuddering closed.
I watch him, my body growing tense and aching with him. It’s so damn arousing seeing him like that, so vulnerable for me, but I need more. I need to taste him, hear him. I crawl across the distance in the bed between us and clutch his thighs, his eyes flying open, and before he can protest, I take his cock in my own hands and guide it to my mouth.
“Oh, fuck, Arden,”he groans as my mouth closes over his head. He shoves his fingers through my hair and pushes deeper into my mouth so I can taste and feel every inch of him.
That’s right, I think, say my name. Scream my name.
I keep my mouth on him and try to reach down between my legs to stroke the burning fire there, but before I have time to resist, he pulls away and shoves me under his body, all of his weight settling on me in a time-stopping second.
Holy fuck.
I think I see stars for half a second, feeling every damn inch of his naked skin on my own skin, already slick with sweat, his body caging me in as he pins me to the bed with his weight, and it takes me off guard so quickly I forget what I was doing, forget that I was ever in control. His gaze connects with mine before he’s leaning down and kissing the fuck out of me, our bodies going into overdrive as our limbs tangle and our mouths mesh together.
He manages to shove a hand between our bodies and pinch my clit, sending my body grinding into his. I can feel his hard cock pressing into my stomach, and I whimper as he begins to touch me, his body falling away from mine so he’s laying at my side, watching me fall apart under his touch.
“That’s right, baby,” he says, sliding his fingers into me as I buck up against his hand. “I want to watch you cum… I want to watch you cum onto my hand.”
But I don’t want to cum onto his hands. I want to cum with his cock pounding in and out of me, and I roll over, straddling his body with mine, his hand still buried between us as I begin to ride his wrist, his mouth coming up to capture my breasts in his mouth, sucking hard.
I scream, but he reaches up and covers my scream with a kiss, rolling us over and shoving his knees between my thighs, spreading me open so fucking wide I think I can’t go any wider. Then he’s sliding down my body and burying his face in my pussy, sucking my clit like he’s worshipping my body, my skin, my very being.
I writhe and strain against the sheets, grinding up against his face as he sucks and licks and taunts me with his tongue, his fingers between my legs, but it’s not enough. It’s never going to be enough until I have his cock inside of me.
But Grey seems to sense my need before I can even think it, because he pulls away, his mouth shining from my pussy, and he straddles my body with his thick thighs, holding his cock as he holds my gaze.
“You want this?” he asks, giving himself one long, agonizing stroke. I see a muscle quiver in his thigh and I whimper. He leans down, his voice dipping low, the tip of his cock brushing up against my entrance. “Because you’re going to get it, sweetheart.”
Time seems to stop for a second, our gazes connected more than our bodies. My heart does a funny flip in my chest that has nothing to do with the fact that he’s on top of me, naked, getting ready to fuck me. It has nothing to do with the fact that I know what it feels like to be stretched and touched by him. No, it has to do with something else entirely, something I don’t want to admit to even myself.
But before I have time to think about it, he’s kissing me again. Kissing me so hard, so desperately, I know he’s feeling that something else that I’m feeling, and even though we can’t talk about it, we both know it’s there. When his tongue begs to be let into my mouth, my own meets his, dancing with him as he kisses me. He angles his body perfectly against mine and in one smooth stroke, pushes into me.
Only this time, when he fills me to the hilt, his body shudders against my body as he falls onto my chest and buries his head in my shoulder, completely covering me with every inch of his skin, as if he can protect me from everything on the outside. The bullshit, the hate we’re supposed to feel, the danger.
I try to catch my breath, but all I can breathe in is him: his skin, his weight, his touch. I try to catch my breath, but I can feel every damn inch of his cock inside of me, pulsing as my pussy flutters around him, accommodating him, trying to pull him deeper. His skin is feverish, slick with sweat, his lips searching for mine.
He steals my breath away again when he pulls out of me… and thrusts so hard back in that my world rocks, his hardness grinding up against my clit with dizzying pleasure. Faster and harder and deeper he pounds into me, my world falling apart around me as he finds my mouth and makes my head spin with his kiss. His tongue dances with my tongue, his lips bruise my lips.
“Arden,”he moans my name, grasping my hands and pinning them above my head. He writhes into the sheets, pushing into me harder and harder, spreading my legs wider and wider.
Warmth beginning at my clit spreads up to my breasts, building and growing until it’s so intense and raw that I see stars, tearing through my body. Feeling me start to cum around his cock, his thrusts get harder, messier, trying to keep up with me, my pussy squeezing around him and pulling him deeper.
“Grey,” I whimper, “I’m going to cum… I’m going to cum on your cock.”
I want to cry, it feels so good, so wrong, so right. His thrusts grow even harder as he catches up with me, and in one split second, the world falls apart. Wave after wave of pleasure rocks my body, so intensely it almost hurts, so intensely all I know is the sound of Grey’s name pouring from my lips as he releases inside of me at the same moment. A groan tears through his throat as he cums over and over again inside of my pussy, trying to keep his orgasm going, but he slumps up against me, finding my lips in one more breathtaking kiss.
My chest hurts with one emotion, one feeling, one thought—we’ve turned into something else. We are something else.
Because as Grey presses me into his body and holds me tight, I know that I can never go back to the way that things were before. Never.
