There--
There--
Now--
He stops.
I break. “PLEASE! Let me cum! I’ll-- I’ll do anything--please--”
“Good girl.” He seals his mouth over my clit andsucks.
Hard.
My cunt throbs with white heat and I cum so hard I see stars.
“GREGORY!”
My core clenches repeatedly.
My knees buckle, but he catches me, pulling me down into his lap while I’m still shaking through the aftershocks.
“That’s one,” he murmurs against my ear.
One?
ONE?
He releases me, and stands on the blankets. “On your hands and knees.”
Oh God.
I position myself, and the vulnerability of it makes my whole body flush. I can hear him undressing behind me.
I turn, bracing on hands and knees.
I’m going to watch.
Gregory rises. His movements are slow, predatory.
He peels off his sweater. The fabric snags on his huge biceps before yielding. Then he removes the thermal layer underneath.
That chest.
God.
All hard planes, with that dark trail of hair leading into his jeans. Those carved obliques, forming a V that I always want to run my tongue down.
The firelight licks the sweat on his shoulders, and my mouth waters as I remember that salt-skin taste.
His jeans go next. He pops the button. Drags the zipper down. He peels the denim down hips, revealing the straining bulge beneath his briefs. He hooks thumbs in waistband. Slides everything down.
His cock springs free. Thick. Veined. Angry-red tip glistening with a bead of pre-cum.
Mine.
My pulse hammers between my thighs, wanting so badly to take him in.
He lets his pants pool on the floor and steps out of them. Then he bends over to fish a condom out of his jeans. His thick, huge cock snags against his sweater on the floor, and when it jerks free, there’s a connecting string of pre-cum hanging down.
