I wrap my legs around his waist instinctively, and he groans into my mouth as he turns and sets me on top of the kitchen island.
“Fuck,” he exhales against my lips and rests his forehead against mine. His hands are everywhere, from my thighs to my waist, then sliding up under the jersey I’m wearing. “Do you have any idea what you do to me?”
“The same thing you’re doing to me,” I answer with a smile as I pull him in for another kiss.
This one is even deeper than before, but more urgent. His tongue finds mine and I press myself closer, eliminating every inch of space between us. He responds by gripping my hips harder and holding me against him like he doesn’t ever want to let me go.
Whatever we have, whatever we’re doing, has passed beyond physical attraction. These feelings I have for him can’t be written off as pure lust or just scratching an itch.
I might not be ready to name it, even within the privacy of my own thoughts, but I know this is something big. Something to be cherished and nurtured.
Something that honestly scares the hell out of me.
His lips move from my mouth to my jaw, then down to my neck, and I let my head fall back, giving him access to do whatever he wants. My fingers dig into his shoulders as he finds one of the marks he left earlier and traces it with his tongue.
“I should fuck you right here,” he says, thrusting against me.
“Not on the island.” I lean in against his neck and smile. “We eat here.”
“The table, then. Or the floor. I don’t care as long as I can be inside you.”
He carries me from one side of the kitchen to the other, as if he’s actually considering every spot he’s just named, then kisses me again and lifts the jersey off me so I’m standing completely naked in front of him.
“Yeah. We’re doing this right here on the floor.”
I start to laugh, then moan when I see him step out of his sweatpants and kick them aside. He’s completely serious. And now so am I.
He slides down to the ground until he’s looking up at me, directly at my pussy, and pulls me down so I’m straddling him, one leg on either side of his head.
“Wait, I?—”
I can’t say the rest of that thought because his mouth is already between my legs, licking and sucking and emptying all the other thoughts out of my head.
I lean back and grip the edge of the counter, trying not to come too quickly. It feels too damn good.
“That’s it, Hurricane.” He pulls back and smiles against my inner thigh. “Ride my face.”
“Oh god, your voice,” I groan, even as my hips start moving on their own. “The things you say to me. They turn me on almost as much as the things you do.”
“Good.” He chuckles, which creates a vibration against me. “But I don’t want you to come yet.”
He pulls me down on top of him until I’m straddling his waist, and now he’s teasing me with the hard length of his cock. We both groan at the same time as he throbs against me, but then he stops.
“Just a second.” He reaches for his discarded sweatpants and fishes in his pocket, pulling out a condom with a sheepish grin. “Had a feeling we might need another one.”
“I’m glad one of us was planning ahead.”
He starts to open the wrapper, but I take it from him, then use my free hand to hold his hard cock in place while I unroll the condom down his thick length.
“God, you’re so fuckingbig,” I say, almost to myself, as I move back into position on top of him. “Good thing you already proved to me that I can take you.”
I lower myself until the head is pressing against me, then let out a long, low moan as the tip stretches and pushes into me.
“That’s it,” Grant rasps, moving his hands to grip my hips. “Fuck, that’s good.”
“More,” I beg, leaning back and supporting myself on his strong, solid thighs.
“Wait.” He closes his eyes for a moment, like he’s trying to center his thoughts. “As much as I want this, we need to be careful. I’m not sure you can take all of me yet.”
