Give me all of you, I tell him with my eyes. Don’t hold back. I want everything.
His throat works on a swallow. He sinks his teeth into his lower lip as he begins to move. In and out, a slow, long glide. “You want a taste of me, huh?” The whisper echoes though the shower. “Open that mouth wider and let me in so you can get it good.” My jaw aches as I do as he says, taking him deep, and Gray grunts, his cock twitching in my mouth. “Yeah. Yeah, like that. Oh, fuck, like that. You like me filling up your mouth?”
I hum, jerk his cock with my hand as I suck him. And he shudders, his voice growing raspy. “You know how many times I stood in a shower, fucking my hand while pretending it was your hot little mouth, Ivy?” He pauses as if remembering, a look of raw pleasure twisting his lips. Then his hips twitch. “Fuck, honey. Don’t. Don’t stop.”
I couldn’t if I tried. I have a vivid imagination, and I’ve thought of doing this to Gray. A lot. I let myself play, do all the things I’ve wanted for far too long.
All the while, Gray makes a gasping, almost pained sound as he pumps between my lips, the movement restrained, shaking in its intensity. He’s drawing this out, letting me torture him. It makes me so hot that I close my eyes, pull him in, run my tongue over every inch that I can, show him how much I love this. I’ve done this before, but not like this. Not with Gray, not holding back, savoring every gorgeous inch. And I’ve underestimated how good it would feel to give him pleasure.
Gray. Delicious Gray, whose hard body and hot skin drive me insane. I run my hands up his thighs to cup the taut swells of his ass. God, his ass. It flexes tight with each thrust. I suck harder, faster, and he moans, his body shivering.
Somehow I know he’s close. I can feel all that restrained energy rising up in him, ready to break free. But then he’s out of my mouth, the sound a smacking pop, and he’s hauling me up, pushing me against the wall as his mouth takes mine.
It’s almost frightening the way I lose all sense of myself. There’s only him, his mouth, his warmth. He kisses me there against the tiles, my butt cupped in his big hands. My legs wrap around his waist, and he lifts me as if I weigh nothing. I can’t get over his insane strength and how he never uses it against me but in only service of me. I don’t want to leave this spot. Ever.
Then my attention shifts. To the heat of his cock, and the fact that it’s between my spread legs, the rounded crown at my opening. Gray notices too, and he trembles, shifting his grip a bit.
My breath hitches as just the tip of him sinks in, spreading me. I thought he was big in my mouth. He’s immense now. All I can think about.
Gray stills, his muscles bunching with effort. “We… Hell… We should stop.”
My eyes snap open. “We should?”
The corner of his mouth curls in a weak smile at the sound of my protest. But he can’t hold that smile. “Okay, not stop. Move locations. This means something to me. And I want—I should do right by you. Take you to bed.”
I cup his cheek, press the corner of my mouth against his, just breathe the same air as him. “It’s you, Gray. That’s all I need to make it special.”
His skin pebbles, and he nods once. “Get a condom, then?” And then his expression falls. “Fuck. Fuck. I don’t have…” He expels a breath. “I didn’t plan on tonight.”
Half of my attention is on his cock, still there, teasing me, making me feel empty and wanting. “We’re both clean. I’m on the pill.” I hold his gaze. “Unless there have been others since—”
“No.” It’s almost a shout. He rests his forehead against mine. “Only you. It’s only ever you now, Ivy.”
“Then—” I wiggle, moving against him, making him pant. “Can we…”
He gives me a soft kiss. “Tell me you’re my girl.”