I open my eyes, watching him through the haze of ferocious hunger. ‘I want you inside me.’
I’ve never uttered those words or been so direct about my intent in my life.
I’ve never known Gregory, or anyone like him.
He withdraws his fingers and crashes his lips against me. ‘I need to get something.’
He pushes back from me, leaving me craving more. I’m too desperate. Too close to the edge. Grabbing his forearm, I pull him to me. ‘I can’t wait. I’m clean and on birth control.’
It’s reckless. It’s not like me. But I have to have him now.
‘Fuck.’ He growls into my mouth, grinding his pelvis against me. ‘Do you know what a fucking turn on it is to know I’m going to feel you around me with nothing between us?’
I push my fingers into his hair and pull, yanking him to my mouth, my tongue attacking his. ‘Now.’
He lifts my leg to his waist. ‘I’m clean, too, but not on birth control.’
I smirk but my amusement is short lived. With one hard, punishing drive, he crashes into me, reaching the end of me with a strike of decadent pain. I throw my head back on a cry of satisfaction as he consumes me, mind and body, transcending euphoria.
‘Jesus, Scarlett, you’re so tight.’ He holds us still. ‘Give yourself a chance to adjust.’ His words are a croak, betraying his outward control.
I look down to see where he’s entered me, the sight so erotic, my muscles clamp down on his erection, held on the precipice.
Leaning forwards, my teeth find his chest. Then he begins to move, withdrawing slowly, stroking the hidden spot that no other man has ever found. He crashes forwards, the shock driving me wild, my panting breaths drawing my world to a blur. As he pulls out and pounds back into me, his breaths come hot and heavy against my neck.
‘Fuck, Scarlett. You’re so beautiful.’
I wrap my tongue around his and groan into his mouth as the next blow comes. He lifts my leg higher on his waist, the angle pulling him against the most sensitive part of my wall. My hips rise to meet each thrust and my back bows, every muscle in my body tensing.
‘Gregory, I’m going to come.’
He bites my neck. ‘I know baby, I can feel you.’ His words and relentless rhythm build me to climax. His solid cock swells inside me, then I can feel him starting to pulse as my muscles spasm around him.
‘Gregory!’
He withdraws and smashes into me again. ‘Let go, baby. Give it up for me.’
My world spirals out of control as my orgasm takes over my body. As my head crashes back against the window, I call out his name and feel him release, pouring himself into me on a round of expletives. My hips rock of their own volition, squeezing everything from him, exhausting me.
‘I didn’t know it could be like that,’ I mumble into his shoulder.
I might have fought it but now I’ve had him. I’ve broken all my rules and there’ll be no going back from Gregory Ryans.
He lowers my leg to the ground and rests his chin against my temple. I pull his body into mine and kiss his neck, tasting the salt of his sweat as our breathing calms. He turns his head and places his lips on mine, then runs his fingers down the side of my body, leaving goose pimples in their wake.
‘That was worth the wait,’ I tell him.
‘I’m not even close to done with you yet, Scarlett.’
He withdraws his length, stroking my sensitive skin as he exits. That small act keeping me high, making me want more. In one smooth move, he grips my arse cheeks, my legs hooking onto his svelte hips, and carries me through the lounge. I tug his hair and work my lips down his temple as he takes us upstairs and into his bedroom.
Dim blue floor lights illuminate the room. As he places me down, the leather sleigh bed rests against my calves and he nudges my shoulder until I fall back onto the luxurious sheets. I writhe against the smooth satin until he bends my legs and slides me back up the bed, removing my heels one at a time, then taking his time to roll down my stockings. His fingers trail unhurriedly down to my navel.
I want to tell him to stop, to let me clean, but the sight of him crawling between my legs, his strong body hovering over me, the continued excitement of his cock, drive my salacious thoughts. My body is ready for him again.
His tongue is caressing my clit before I can say stop. My breaths are sporadic and take me to a light-headed state of sheer, indulgent gratification. My body stiffens. My chest rises. My hips move in time with his tongue.
I throw my hands above my head and grip the frame of the bed as impending pleasure takes control of my body.
