‘Get here.’
His demand is too hot to resist. I’m in his arms, my legs wrapped tightly around his waist. He kisses me furiously – my lips, my neck. We move against one wall, the pressure on my back pushing my raging body against his. We bang off another wall, messy, clumsy, then he lifts me onto the dressing table. I pull off my own scarf and coat, then his.
With a change of pace, he unzips my knee-high boots, creeping the zip a centimetre at a time. I push my fingers into the rim of his jeans and pull him towards me, grinding against him, the harsh material of my chinos pressing my silk thong against my labia. The pressure makes my legs shift wider and he rolls himself against me, holding me to him with a hand gripping my arse.
Frantic, I undo his button and zip then force his jeans to his thighs. His cock is already so hard, it tents his tight, black boxers. I grasp it with my full palm, thriving on his responsive groan.
He pulls me forwards by my belt and briskly unfastens me. In one fast, rugged move, he pulls off my pants and bottoms. I’m exposed. My legs spread and wanting. The feel of air between my legs is enough to make me palpitate.
A low rumble leaves his chest as his palm cups my sex. ‘This is mine.’
I nod vigorously, delirious with the sight of him, rock solid and too desperate to take off his clothes completely.
He yanks my hair and his lips meet mine with force. I grab his arse, digging in my nails, then force down his boxers.
‘Say it.’
I stare at his angry erection. At this moment, I’ll say anything he wants. ‘It’s yours.’
With his right arm, he lifts me onto him, burying his cock deep inside me. We both groan and he waits, somehow restraining himself, giving me time to adjust.
‘Gregory, please!’
‘Please what?’
I lose myself. Lust and desperation take over. All modicum of strength and inhibition disappears. ‘I need you. I need you, please.’
His moan is close to a growl as he takes my lip between his teeth. He lifts me, sliding out of my centre, then lowers me down, meeting me with a punishing drive of his cock. We thrust, matching each other blow for blow, ravishing each other’s lips, tongues swirling, hands grabbing, squeezing. I dig my nails into his back and thrust until I’m groaning with sheer pleasure. He pulls harder on my hair and pushes deeper into me. I press my breasts against his chest and bite down on his neck. My breathing is erratic and deep, so deep, my head begins to fuzz. I groan again louder and push faster, bouncing on him as he takes my weight.
Like a volcano, my internal muscles rumble to the brink of eruption.
‘I’m there, Gregory.’
‘Together, baby.’
He pounds into me again and bites, hard, on the plump flesh of my breast. I roll my hips against him as he drives into me, unable to get enough of him, my fingers clutching his shoulders as my body screams for release.
‘Christ, Scarlett.’
My nails pierce the skin of his arse as every muscle in my body spasms and I explode around him.
He pulls me into his chest, resting his chin on my head as we pant, our damp bodies moving against each other.
‘Let’s clean you up,’ he whispers into my neck.
‘Sleepy,’ I mutter.
‘I’ll take care of you.’
He skilfully removes the last remnants of our clothing as he carries me to the walk-in monsoon shower with my legs wrapped tightly around his waist and my arms gripping his neck. He turns on the shower with one hand, not letting me go, and holds us under the warm spray, kissing my neck.
‘Can you stand so I can wash your hair?’
I nod, already dreading the loss of contact. He places me down and turns me away from him as he massages shampoo into my scalp, placing kisses on my shoulders intermittently.
‘Rinse,’ he says, encouraging me to step under the water. I do as I’m bid then he repeats the process with conditioner. Next comes the shower gel, which he works into a lather over my torso, down my arms then down my legs, life finally coming back into my limbs as he moves his hands in circles around my thighs.
I turn and rub my hands over his shoulders as he bends. He trails kisses up my stomach as he rises. ‘You’re back,’ he says on a sublime half-smile.
