It had been so long, and my body was starved for him. His touch ignited an instant fire that consumed every nerve ending and left me frantic.
His fingers dipped inside me, and as I whimpered, he caressed my inner walls until he found my G-spot and then relentlessly rubbed it, curling his fingers inward as he drew my clit into his mouth and sucked.
My knees shook, and then my whole body trembled as I fell apart. He caught me before I fell to the ground.
“Condom,” I whispered, aching and desperate to have him inside me.
“We’re done with the no sex?” he half teased. Once I ran my hand over his length and pumped twice, he wasn’t teasing anymore. “Condom,” he agreed, finding a package somewhere near his pants and rolling it over his erection.
He gripped behind my upper thighs and lifted me in one small motion.
“That’s so fucking sexy,” I said against his jawline as I wrapped my legs around his hips, lining us up perfectly. He carried me toward the bed. “I always wondered if you could hold me upright while we did this.”
He stopped and arched an eyebrow. “Lock your ankles.”
Those words alone had me throbbing again, my muscles clenching with stark need. He kissed me with sweeping strokes of his tongue, and I gasped at the taste of us mingled together. Capturing me with a fierce gaze, our open mouths barely an inch apart, he lowered me until, inch by inch, he slid inside me.
Thank you, God. I couldn’t hold back the moan that ripped free as he finally thrust home. I buried my face in his neck and felt the fine tremor that rolled through him as my body adjusted to him.
“Fuck, I missed you, Sam.” He said as he began to move slowly. “Every part of you. Every inch of your skin, every sarcastic comment from your mouth, every touch of your fingers. All. Of. You.” He punctuated each of the last words with a thrust.
“I love you.” My brain lost its ability to think, but I knew I wanted more. “Harder,” I ordered.
He tried to laugh. “I’m doing my best to go soft here.”
“Soft later. Hard now.” He could make love to me all night long. He’d better. But now, I needed everything he had without holding back.
“I love you,” he echoed. “Now hold on.” He started a deep, pounding rhythm that demanded I do just that. My arms looped around his neck and held tight as he drove into me over and over again, the muscles in his arms bulging as he lifted me up and slammed me back down.
He shifted his hands to my ass, and tension spiraled in me again, tighter with every thrust. The man was a machine. Our eyes locked, our breaths mingled, and it was hotter than him sliding in and out of me. I was pretty sure Grayson could bring me to orgasm with a look if he tried hard enough.
He backed up until he hit the edge of the bed and then sat, grasping each of my ankles and bringing my knees flush along his hips. “I can fuck you like that all day long, but I think this might be better for you.”
I let loose a wicked grin, rose up and slid back down, watching the change in his eyes. I felt powerful, desirable, and his.
Grayson’s fingers slipped between us to massage my clit as I rode him, and any of my previous thoughts fled. There were only our bodies, and the rhythm that drove us higher, brought us closer together.
“Grayson,” I cried as my muscles locked.
“I’ve got you,” he growled, pressing on those nerves just right, and I flew. My orgasm set his off, and we clung together as we came back down.
His lips were soft as he kissed me.
“Whoa,” I said, raking my nails gently over his scalp.
“Yeah, my thoughts exactly,” he commented, and rolled us so we lay side by side.
I couldn’t stop looking at him, or running my fingers along the back of his neck. “I missed you so much.”
“You don’t have to miss me anymore.” His slight smile would have collapsed my knees if I’d been standing.