I stripped the T-shirt over his head, and rushed to find his belt buckle and the zipper on his jeans. He carefully stepped out of the jeans, and kicked them to the center of the floor. We were getting ready to wreck this gorgeous new couch, and I couldn’t be more ok with it.
Grey’s eyes were fixed on mine, hinting at all the things he wanted to do to me. Just thinking about it made my breath hitch. How long had it been since we had been together? The anticipation and the longing for him made it feel almost like the first time. I was aching in every part of my body for him.
His hands slid along the curves of my hips, his fingers digging into the flesh on the tops of my thighs. He spun me so my back was to the couch. I sat on the brand new cushions before lying all the way back, tugging on Grey to follow.
The rush his hungry stare gave me shot adrenaline spiraling through my limbs. I wanted to drag him against me, but I realized he was being extra careful with his leg. I shifted to give him more room on the couch.
“Are you ok?” I was worried.
“Baby, there’s nothing more ok than this,” he growled in my ear, nipping along my jawline.
My back arched off the couch as I felt his fingers sweep between my legs, then circle over my stomach and back to the sweet spot again. He continued the motion until I was whimpering under his touch. As soon as his fingers curled deep inside, my head rocked to the side and I let out a moan.
His teeth toyed with the lace on my bra until he had moved the fabric away from what he really wanted. His tongue lashed against the nipple until it formed a hard point against his mouth.
“You are sexy and beautiful.” His warm breath blew over my breast, his head rising to catch my look.
“Grey, I-I…” There was so much I wanted to tell him. Like how I loved every ounce of his stubborn body, and how I couldn’t imagine ever being in anyone else’s arms but his, and how in this moment our world was completely perfect.
He didn’t seem distracted by my lack of a sentence. Instead, he positioned himself between my legs and slowly rocked his hips until our rhythms matched and he was pushing deep inside me. I grabbed at his neck, begging him to kiss me. With each kiss, our tongues blazed with fire and our hips quickened until it felt like I completely possessed him and he completely possessed me.
“I missed you,” I whispered in his ear.
“Me too.” He smiled, slowing things down. I felt the building pressure in my core as he claimed me with one controlled move after another.
My hands slid along his back, his chest, loving the warmth of his skin and the feel of his muscles flexing under my touch. He gently bit on my lower lip before drawing back and forcefully reconnecting us. My hips lifted off the couch. It was as if he was sending heated bliss through my core every time he moved inside me.
“Oh my God. That. Do that again.” I clutched his shoulders as he delivered another wave of pure pleasure through my body.
“Like that?” He smiled wickedly, but I could tell he was struggling to steady his breath. He could feel it too. The electricity that charged between us. The threads that wound around us until we couldn’t tell where one of us stopped and the other began. It was like electric magic that ignited the second we touched.
I nodded, but we were both already lost in each other. Our bodies colliding, lingering long enough to catch a breath, and then twisting together with primal hunger. Skin sliding against skin, hands roaming and caressing, craving each other like we were desperate for air. The moans in the back of my throat grew louder until I was screaming his name and holding on to any part of him I could grab, afraid I might shatter as the passion ripped through my body. I felt his muscles tense, and then he collapsed in a heap against me.
I shifted so Grey could rest his head on my chest. Our bodies rose with heavy breaths. His body pressing with relaxed weight into mine.
“Is your knee ok?” I had forgotten to take it easy on him once our clothes came off.
He laughed. “After that, you’re worried about my knee?” His hand lingered on my hipbone. He traced over the silhouette of my curves.
“I am. I don’t want you to get hurt again. You only got that brace off yesterday.”
“I thought you’d be more worried about the couch.” He leaned forward to kiss me.
“I do love the couch, by the way.”
He grinned. “Good. I think I kind of love it too.”
“Oh shit!” I jumped up, reading the clock on the microwave.
“What’s wrong?”
“Rehearsal dinner! We are supposed to be there now.” I scooted out from underneath him.
He rolled on his back, his naked frame filling up the entire sofa. “I told you we could be a little late.”
“But I need to take a shower. And look at my hair. I need to iron my dress. And—” I stopped. Grey was watching me panic. I walked toward the couch and lowered to the floor so we were eye to eye. “Thank you.” I kissed him so deeply, I felt the butterflies stirring in my stomach again, and warmth take over my limbs. It was soothing and sexy all at the same time.
“Thank you?” He sat forward.