Despite the layers between us, the heat envelopes me almost to scorching.
God, the noise that comes out of me sounds wild, and Greyson swears against my breastbone.
“I want to taste you, have you come across my tongue.”
His teeth pinch again, drawing out a sharp cry.
“I want to slide inside of you, take you from every angle until you beg me to stop.”
I yank at his hair, reveling in the deep noise that vibrates over my skin. “Yes. Please. All of it.”
Greyson shudders. After a second of stalling, he pounces on me, kissing me like no man should have the right to, hands skimming under my shirt, pulling it up until he has to retreat to strip it from me.
His big nimble fingers unclasp my bra with confidence.
Once I’m free of it, he descends like a starving man, licking, sucking, biting until I’m writhing under his attention.
When he pops the button of my jeans, I’m nearly crazy with need. “Please. God, please, Greyson.Please.”
“God, Drew, you’re killing me.” He peels my jeans off my hips and down my legs.
Quick and efficient.
But instead of crawling back up my body, he settles my knees over his shoulders, rubbing his rough chin over my soaking panties.
The friction makes me jump and whimper.
I need more. So much more. He’s driving me mad.
After a few more teasing touches, he draws back and takes the little strip of cloth separating us with him.
Then, he feasts.
It’s the only word I can think of to describe it before my mind goes blank.
My body takes over, undulating, hips lifting and seeking his mouth and tongue and teeth as he splays me open, delves inside me, sucks on my clit.
I feel the vibrating of his moans more than hear them, and they drive me that much further.
As intense as every move he makes is, it’s not enough. He’s holding back, keeping me from that edge I so desperately want to fall over.
When I reach back for his hair, twisting it in my grip, his moan fills me up, nearly shoving me into the warm haze of an orgasm, but he pulls back right as it’s within my grasp.
“You want to come for me, Drew?”
“Yes. Yes. Please.”
“Look at me.”
I lift my head, used to his orders, to his pushing me, but I’m bulldozed by the gleam in his eyes.
“Say it. Ask me for what you want.”
I gasp, my breath stuck in my throat.
He waits, planting the softest kiss on my clit.
“Make me come. Please, God, Greyson, make me come.”
