He practically jumps out of the bath, his erection red andmenacing. I squeal in delight as he yanks me up from the waist, my thighs locking onto his hips. He lays me down on the tiled floor and unties my towel. ‘You want it hard?’
I bite my bottom lip and nod enthusiastically, already flooded with anticipation. Jerking my legs apart with his knees, his dripping-wet body hovers as he takes my wrists above my head, securing them with one hand. There’s no need. I have no intention of doing anything but accepting him. Rough. Brutal. I want him.
He moves the other hand to my sex, cupping me first, my hips already moving in response to him. His fingers enter me and stroke my G-spot. He brings them to his nose, then his mouth.
‘You always taste so fucking good.’ His words are throaty and dry.
He attacks my rock-solid nipple with his mouth and clamps down his teeth, sending a spike of lust through every nerve ending in my body. He takes the other in his teeth and slowly pulls back, extending my hard end. Then he moves his mouth to the fullness of my breast and sucks, drawing blood to my skin, marking me as his.
He sucks and nibbles his way down my stomach, finding my clit. My back arches as I reel from his carnality. He bites until I’m crying out. An indulgent, yearning cry.
I drag my fingers through his soft hair and he rises sharply as he growls. ‘Hands.’
I quickly throw them back above my head and watch him drive into me.
‘Gregory!’
‘You like that, baby?’
I nod, shake, whirl my head. ‘Yes.’
He powers forward again, a hedonistic and utterly mind-blowing drive. I close my eyes and try to control my erratic breaths and tensing muscles. Then his hands are on my waist and he’s flipping me onto all fours. He spreads my knees and pulls my hips back towards him, then lifts my hands to the rim of the bathtub.
‘Hold on.’
I do. I grip the rim tight, bucking forward when his hand strokes my centre.
He yanks my hips back to him then pounds his cock into me, sending me forward on a scream. He pulls me back to him and draws out slowly. Then his palm comes crashing down on the globe of my arse with a growl. It hurts but my hips push back, begging for more. He strikes again and I take a deep breath, expecting. He waits. I feel exposed and desperate, but deliciously so.
‘Gregory.’
‘You want me, baby?’
‘Please. Yes.’
He hammers into me, hitting my end, lifting me to a euphoric fog. He pulls out slowly, excruciatingly slowly, then crashes back into me and I groan as my body starts to pulse. Then his palm comes down again, followed by a brutal thrust.
My insides are in blissful turmoil. My rear stings but there’s something about his power, his control, that’s driving me crazy.
‘More!’
He yanks my hips back as he pounds into me. ‘Fuck, Scarlett! You feel so.’ Crash. ‘Fucking.’ Crash. ‘Good.’
I throw my hips back as he thrusts again. ‘Gregory, I’m there!’
‘Not yet.’ He slaps my arse again and rams into me. I can’t take any more. My body clenches, inside and out.
‘Now, baby.’
He crashes into me again and I come undone, reaching an overpowering climax. He drives again and his warmth fills me.
‘Jesus!’ He squeezes my hip bones as he pulses and bucks into me, no longer controlled at all.
I hang my head between my arms as he circles, bringing us down. My body is drained, panting and weak.
He wraps an arm around my waist and pulls me back onto his lap, where he rests his head in my neck, his sweat mixing with my own. We sit together until our pants subside and my blazing heart returns to a steady beat. I lean my head back against him, shattered. I could sleep right here on the tiled floor.
As I close my eyes, he lifts me and takes us both back into the lukewarm bath water. He rubs us both down, then lifts me out of the bath and dries my body, smiling as he moves the towel over me.
