“I’m not going to spank you, and I’m not sure how I feel about being spanked.”
“Just a little, Wren. Maybe when my cock’s inside you, and you’re feeling the sting from being stretched so damned tight.” He looks down at the junction between my thighs. “I’m betting you have a snug pussy. Really nice and fucking tight.”
I feel a gush of wet. “You’re a bit of a pig, Grim.”
He smiles at me. “And you love it.”
I swallow hard instead of answering. My clit is throbbing.
“That’s what I thought. I don’t think we’ll need a safe word unless you’d like to give me one.”
“A safe word? Really.” I frown. “I’ll say no or tell you to stop.”
“Okay…perfect.” He nods a few times. “You should go and lie on the bed. I’d like to taste your pussy now.”
Holy crap balls!
I’ve never met a man this forward before. I like it probably more than I should. It’s refreshing.
I turn and walk to the bed. My body is trembling with need. With fear that I might actually combust before he even touches me.
I get onto the bed and lie back. The sheets are cool against my overheated skin. I don’t know what to do with my hands, so I rest them on my stomach.
I turn my head to look at him, and my mouth goes completely dry.
He’s magnificent. There’s no other word for it. I’ve seen him naked before, but this is different. This time I’m allowed to look. To really take him in. I’ve seen him erect before, too, but this time I know it’s for me.
My eyes track down his body. Those broad shoulders. That muscled chest. The ridges of his abs that look carved from stone. The deep V of muscle that points down to—
Oh lordie!
His cock is a thing of sheer beauty. It’s big. So very big. Thick and long and jutting out from his body.
“You’re beautiful, Wren.” His voice is surprisingly soft. I wasn’t expecting any niceties, so hearing him say it comes as a shock.
The mattress dips as he climbs on, and I force my eyes back to his face. They’re filled with hunger.
“So damned sexy.” He leans forward and lets just the tip of his finger track the very edge of my nipple.
I groan hard, like he just thrust into me.
“Let’s get you good and wet,” Grim says as he settles in between my legs, his large hands gripping my thighs. His touch is warm. “Relax,” he murmurs. “I’m going to make you feel so fucking good.”
I nod, not trusting my voice.
He spreads my legs wider, opening me to him. I expect him to just dive in, to be rough like his words suggested earlier. But he doesn’t.
I close my eyes…waiting…wanting…ready.
“You’re already trembling,” he says, his voice low.
His thumbs trace patterns on my inner thighs, getting closer to where I need him but not quite touching. It’s torture. Sweet, agonizing torture.
“Grim,” I breathe. “Please. I need you to—”
“Patience,” he says. “I know exactly what you need, and you’ll get it. All of it. I want to savor this. Savor you.”
His hands move higher, spreading me wide open. I look at him. He’s looking between my legs like he’s never seen a woman before, when I know he has.
