‘More than I care to discuss.’
‘Tell me.’
He’s silent but his exhale is long, hot and heavy against my lips, a wave of heated desire. His hands grab my waist and shoulder, turning me so I’m facing the wall, my palms pressing the plaster above my head. He yanks my hips back an inch so they’re pushed up against his crotch, then he pulls down the zip running from my neck to my coccyx and pushes the material apart, exposing my back. His hands roam across my bare skin as his hips turn slowly against my arse. ‘My day started with you having a nightmare and running away from me.’ His words are thick, deep and masculine. ‘It got worse, and right now, I just need you to take me out of my head.’ His mouth meets my shoulder, sucking and biting the skin. ‘Give me what I need.’ He blows air in a line down the nape of my neck then follows the same path with his tongue. ‘Give me you.Please.’
My head rolls back and drops forward in acquiescence.
‘Say it.’ His hands move inside my dress, around my waist and up to my breasts, pushing down the cups of my bra to tweak my nipples.
‘Yes.’
It feels like one swift move as he pulls my hands to my sides and pushes my dress across my shoulders to the ground. I return my hands to the wall, palms down above my head, balancing my body as I lift my heeled feet out of the dress.
His hand grips my hipbone then slips into my thong which is no doubt drenched from our ride home. His fingers move over my still sensitive clit then breach my entrance, pulling my pelvis back against his erection. ‘You’re soaked. Still full of me. Do you have any idea how much of a fucking turn-on that is?’
‘Gregory.’ His name leaves me on a breathy whisper.
‘What, baby? Tell me why you’re saying my name.’
‘I want you.’
‘Where?’
‘Inside me. I want to feel you.’
‘Take off your thong.’
I do, bending further back into him to slide the material down my legs. I lift one leg to step out, then the other. He hooks his hand under my elevated thigh and moves it back, my heel locking around his waist, exposing my sex to him.
‘Feel yourself.’
The embarrassment I feel is fleeting. My body is too desperate, too charged and too wanton. I move my hand between my parted lips and realise how wet I am. My fingers glide across my clit. Gregory holds his hand against mine, encouraging my fingers lower then pushing me inside so I can feel our earlier pleasure.
‘That’s it, baby.’
He removes his suit jacket, casting it to the floor with my dress, then unfastens his trousers, leaving me briefly to take them off and remove his shirt. My entire body is tingling, mounting, as my own incendiary fingers work me higher. His naked body rests against my back, his legs inside mine. He gropes my breasts, pulling me back against his chest.
My legs start to feel weak, trembling as I near the precipice. His hands trace every curve of my body. His rock-hard penis lies in the crease of my arse.
‘Gregory, I’m close. I want to come with you inside me.’
He growls as he pushes me forward, my palms meeting the wall. I’m in my heels but I still rise to the tips of my toes to account for his height. When he’s positioned, he teases me, entering just an inch. I drop back onto my heels and he thrusts deep inside me. Delicious. Deadly.
‘Gregory, God, Gregory.’
‘Keep touching yourself,’ he barks.
It’s sensitive, too sensitive, my legs could give way, but I do as he says, my hips bucking back into him when my fingers touch my clit. The tips of my fingers find him, thick and wet, entering me tirelessly. The feel of him. Knowing I’m taking all of him. It sends my head into a spiral. He wraps a hand around my waist, holding me to him, stopping my legs from collapsing beneath me. His teeth clamp down on my shoulder.
‘Not yet,’ he says, groaning into my back.
‘I can’t wait. I can’t.’
‘Wait.’
He pulls out, leaving me panting against the wall, my insides on the edge and screaming for more. He grabs my hand from the wall and leads me to the stairs, guiding me to kneel halfway up. Then he kneels on the step below mine and straightens my body against his chest. He pushes my knees further apart and I lean my head back against his shoulder, my sex crying out for him to re-enter, my legs grateful for the relief from standing. Holding my hips, he thrusts up into me, both of us moaning as he slips back into place, my body instantly lifting again. He takes my hand and moves it back to my entrance so we’re both feeling him driving into me.
‘Gregory. I need to come.’
