He works me with his mouth and fingers until I’m trembling, one hand fisted in his hair and the other gripping the sheets. His tongue circles my clit while two fingers curl inside me, finding that spot that makes my back arch off the bed.
“Grant, I need—I want?—”
“What do you want, beautiful?” He looks up at me, his lips glistening. “Use your words.”
“You. Inside me. Now.”
He crawls up my body, pressing kisses along the way—my hip, my stomach, between my breasts, my collarbone. When he reaches my mouth, I can taste myself on his lips.
“You always taste so good,” he murmurs against my mouth. “Could do that for hours.”
“We don’t have hours.”
“I know.” He shoves his pajama pants down and positions himself between my thighs, the head of his cock nudging against my entrance. “But later, when April’s at school, I’m gonna take my time with you.”
“Is that a threat or a promise?”
“Both.” He pushes inside me slowly, stretching me, filling me inch by inch. “Fuck, you feel incredible.”
I’ll never get used to the feeling of him—so big, so perfect, the way my body has to adjust to accommodate him. There’s still that edge of discomfort when he first enters me, that moment where I think there’s no way I can take all of him. But then my body relaxes and opens for him, and it feels so right.
“Move,” I urge him. “Please move.”
He does, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in. Slow, deliberate strokes that make me gasp.
“Is this what you wanted?” he asks, his voice rough. “Or do you need it harder?”
“Harder. Faster. I need?—”
He cuts me off with a kiss, swallowing my words as he picks up the pace. His thumb finds my clit, circling it in time with his thrusts.
“You’re close already, aren’t you? I can feel you getting tighter around me.”
“Yes—don’t stop—right there?—”
“I’ve got you, Hurricane. Let go for me.”
My orgasm crashes over me, and I have to press my hand over my mouth to muffle the sound. He fucks me through it, not slowing down, not giving me a chance to recover.
“That’s one,” he says, kissing along my jaw. “But I’m not done with you yet.”
“Grant, I can’t—I need a minute?—”
“No you don’t.” He pulls out and flips me onto my stomach so fast it makes me gasp. “You can take it. You’re gonna take it.”
He pulls my hips up so I’m on my hands and knees, and slides back inside me from behind. The new angle makes him feel even deeper, if that’s possible.
“Oh god?—”
“Yeah, that’s it.” One hand grips my hip while the other reaches around to play with my clit. “You feel how deep I am? How full I’m making you?”
“Yes—fuck, yes?—”
“You take my cock so well, beautiful. Like you were made for me.”
The dirty talk combined with the relentless rhythm of his hips is pushing me toward another edge faster than I thought possible.
“I can’t—it’s too much?—”
