“I’m hungry, Alex.”
“I am, too, but let’s eat first, okay?” She giggled at the look on his face.
“Smart ass,” he snarled playfully and lifted her by the ass to kiss her. Alex wrapped her legs around his waist and only mildly complained when he spun to head out of the kitchen.
“Stove!” she said against his lips.
He turned back, and she leaned in his arms to turn off the burner and move the skillet. He pinched her butt as he made his way back to the bedroom and sank down on the bed with her in his arms. He continued to kiss her, long, lazy swipes of his tongue along hers, nipping her bottom lip with his teeth and leaving a peck behind to soothe it. He kissed her until she couldn’t breathe properly, until they were exchanging breaths and she was gasping. When he moved a fraction to the side to kiss along her cheek to her jaw, she sucked in air. His mouth found her earlobe, her pulse, and the hollow of her throat. Alex tilted her chin up to give him greater access and grabbed two fistfuls of his hair, which was still damp from the shower. He planted kisses along her collarbone and further down toward the tops of her breasts, and she realized she was sinking further into the mattress as he let her go and tore at the neckline of his shirt to reach her nipples.
She squealed as he bit one peak and then sucked it into his mouth. He rolled his tongue over it and pinched the other until that squeal turned into deep moans of pleasure and pain. He was going to make her come just from playing with her tits if her undulating hips had anything to say about it. She couldn’t even categorize all the sensations racing through her as he worked her into a frenzy.
“Fuck, Grant, I swear to God.”
The second he touched her clit she arched against his hand and gave a shout. She was so sensitive, and he kept up with his sucking and licking and pinching on her nipples until she screamed incoherently.
“I love watching you come, Alex.”
She fumbled for his cock, gripping it in trembling hands when she found it under the towel. He shuddered, and she smiled in triumph, stroking it at a smooth pace as he inched closer to her warmth. She helped him toss the towel and guided him to where she wanted him before he rutted against her hip, a small laugh morphing into a gasp as she felt his thickness push inside her body.
If she thought she’d already reached the pinnacle, she was mistaken. If she thought that they had shared the most intimate aspects of sex together already, she couldn’t have been more wrong. He looked into her eyes as he moved in and out, and she held his face in her hands as she kissed him. She met his thrusts with abandon and watched as he was the one to come undone.
He rested his head on her breast when he pulled out, and she played with tendrils of his hair. She didn’t care that she’d already fallen in love and that he probably wasn’t there yet. She didn’t care if he needed to go back to the way things had been until he caught up to her feelings. She had what she wanted, what she needed, right there at that moment, and she would hold it to her heart and remember it always.
