I took his hand, the one that wasn’t tangled in my hair, and guided it between my legs.
“Always so impatient, Scott,” he told me.
“I just know what I —”
I couldn’t finish the sentence as Gray thumbed at my clit, making me moan. His other arm moved around my waist to hold me close, and the smile on his face was devilish. I hooked a leg around his hip to give him better access, and he slid a finger into me.
“Fuck,” I breathed, closing my eyes as he worked his fingers.
I caught his wrist to stop him. When I looked up at Gray, his eyes were completely black, and I realised how much I missed seeing him like this.
Unhooking my leg from him, I pulled his fingers from me, lifting his hand and sucking them clean. I sank to my knees in front of him, not breaking eye contact. My tongue flicked out against his rock-hard cock, and he hissed in pleasure. Both of his hands tangled in my hair, and I swirled my tongue around the head.
“Scott,” he said darkly. “Don’t tease.”
I took him into my mouth, laughter sending vibrations along the length of him.
Gray grunted and pushed my head, testing my gag reflex. My eyes watered as I bobbed my head, taking as much of him as I could and letting my tongue run along him. Sounds of his breath hitching and the groans filled the room around us.
When his body tensed, when his movements became more erratic, I let him out of my mouth with a wet pop. I didn’t want to feel his release in my mouth. I wanted to feel it inside of me.
Gray looked down at me desperately as I got up off my knees.
He pushed me roughly against the wall, pinning me in place with his hand around my throat.
“Why the fuck did you stop?” he demanded.
“I need you inside of me,” I answered, struggling for breath.
Gray licked his lips and leaned in, keeping his hand on my throat. “Tell me this isn’t a one-time thing.”
I wrapped my leg around his hip again and ground against him. “You better leave me wanting more.”
Releasing my throat, Gray gripped my ass in his hands and lifted me up. My back slammed against the icy wall, causing me to arch into him. He guided himself into me without question or hesitation, stretching my pussy to him, and I bit on his shoulder to silence myself.
“You feel so good,” Gray told me.
He pulled out almost the whole way before slamming into me again, and I yelped at how rough he was.
Gray’s mouth found mine again and my fingers buried into his hair as he held me up and set a rhythm. My nails dug into the flesh of his back.
“Fuck,” he growled. “I’ve missed you.”
I knew what he meant.
There was no one that could make me feel the way he did. No sex had ever felt so achingly satisfying than when it was with Gray. Nothing made me feel as complete as when I submitted to him.
Curses and moans echoed around the kitchen as he thrust into me and his hand slipped between my legs, dancing along my folds and tactfully avoiding my clit until I whimpered.
“There’s the sound I love to hear,” he said smugly.
“Stop,” I panted. “Stop being so mean.”
There was a rumble of laughter before he ran his finger along the bundle of nerves.
“Gray!” I called out his name in pure pleasure.
His aura held me up, freeing both of his hands. While one worked on my clit, the other rolled my nipple and I felt light-headed from the ecstasy. Gray leaned down and bit my other nipple before letting his tongue run across it.
