“Like this?” He adds a second long finger, circling and spreading them inside me while I rock against him.
“Yes,” I pant. “Don’t—deserve—oh fuck right there.”
This isn’t right.
I shouldn’t be the only one feeling good right now. I should be undoing his pants. Stroking his magnificent cock. Licking his magnificent cock. Sucking on— “Oh yes yes yes god yes please please aaaaaaaahhhhhhhh!”
Stars explode behind my eyes as I tumble over the edge and into the depths of a deliciously heady orgasm. My thighs clamp around his hand while sensations I haven’t felt since Hawaii rock me to my core.
“So damn beautiful,” he breathes, still teasing my climax higher.
“So good,” I pant through the absolute heaven that is Grey Cartwright’s fingers inside me.
And it’s not enough.
I lean forward and kiss him as the tremors leave my body, sucking on his lower lip, remembering I have two working hands and putting them to use on his pants. “Take my panties,” I order between kisses.
“Another pair?”
“Oh my god, stop being more adorably funny.”
“Only if you quit being so damn sexy.”
This.
This is the man who crept under my skin in Hawaii. The man who made me feel like I’d be okay when I was sure I’d never be good for anyone again. The man who has been so hurt by so many people but is still willing to trust me.
I pop the button on his pants, reach inside to free his cock, then slide into the wheel well of my car so I have a better angle to lick that beautiful, thick, straining erection.
“Sabrina—”
I swirl my tongue around his head, and he cuts himself off with a strangled moan.
It’s cramped down here. I bang my elbow on the door when I grip the base of his penis and my other elbow on the gear shifter when I push myself up just far enough to suck his head into my mouth. There’s barely room for my hips and my back is pressed to the dash, and he’s making the most incredible noises while I suck him deeper.
“Sabrina,” he gasps.
I roll my tongue up the underside of his cock, swirl it around his head again, and then take him to the back of my throat.
He gurgles something incoherent and fists my hair in his hands. I cup his balls and roll them together while his hips vibrate under my arm like he’s trying to hold back from thrusting into my mouth.
I suck.
I tease.
Ilove it.
Making him lose control, pleasuringhim, treatinghimis making me ache to have him inside me again. I want him to play with my breasts and my pussy and kiss me until I can’t breathe.
I want him to fall asleep in my bed and wake me up by pinching my nipples and then take me from behind. I want to sit in his lap and feed him scones for breakfast and then I want him to carry me back to bed.
I want to walk Jitter with him.
I want to have snowball fights with him.
I want to take him to Marmot Cliff and show him the stars on a moonless night.
I justwant. Him. I want him in a way that I know is so dangerous, but also soright.
