“Are you committed to me, Gray?” He sucked one of her nipples into his mouth, making her squeal as pure sensation flooded her body.
“I want to be,” she said quietly, pulling his head more firmly into her chest.
“Not good enough.” He followed that announcement with a long slide of himself through her slick folds.
Her mind was melting along with her inhibitions. “Please, Ciar. I want you.” She actually whimpered when he pulled away again.
“Are you committed to me? Through thick and thin. Even when I do something to piss you off. I want to know that you are mine. Tell me, damnit!”
Who was she kidding? He wanted her. Therefore, she was his. “I’m yours, Ciar,” she hissed before grabbing his ass and pulling him in tight. “Now make me yours. Now!”
“Of fuck, baby. Yes. You are so mine. I’m clean,” he stuttered over the omission. “Are you on birth control? Have you seen a doctor?” He was panting as heavily as she was, rubbing himself back and forth over her center.
“Clean and pills,” she panted. “Don’t make me wai— Argh!” The sudden invasion was intense. Thankfully, he stopped halfway to let her adjust.
After a few deep breaths, Gray was able to relax around the intrusion. “I’m ready,” she moaned, clenching her inner muscles around him.
He pulled out before sliding all the way in and going completely still. Her breath whooshed out, and she whispered his name at how good he felt. “Ciar.”
“Christ, baby, you’re tight.” He kissed her deeply and slowly until her hips started to roll into his.
“Can I move?” His voice cracked with restraint.
“Yes. Kiss me again.”
He was on her, taking her mouth in a parody of sexual penetration. Their tongues glided together, building a heat that overwhelmed.
She moaned, holding his nearly shaved head tight. Her hips undulated with increased force, causing his thick member to glide faster, his breaths to saw harder. Leaning on one arm, his free hand moved over her breasts until she was quaking.
“Yes, Ciar,” she wailed. “Faster, baby. Harder!” Her demand made him frantic. He could do nothing but obey. His pace quickened, and a sheen of sweat covered their bodies, making the skin-on-skin friction almost unbearable.
He looked down at her with such a serious expression that her heart stuttered. “I’ve dreamed of this for longer than I should have,” he grunted as he kept pistoning in and out of her.
Leaning back to put space between their bodies, his fingers played her body perfectly. “Come for me, baby. I’m…oh Christ, I’m close.”
She felt her body falling. “Ciar,” she cried, “I’m there.” And she was, her body already flexing and tightening.
“That’s it, Gray. Yes, baby.”
After three more pounding thrusts, he roared, and she felt his release pulse deep inside her. Although she had only had one lover before Ciar, she couldn't deny that this experience was on a whole new level of sin. She should have known that being intimate with Ciar would be nothing but raw sensation and passion.
Ciar stayed still in the cradle of her body as their breathing evened out. Ciar placed small kisses over her face and neck, thrilling her with his sweet side.
Gray was captivated by the intricate tattoos covering Ciar’s body, wishing she could devote the next seventy-two hours to tracing every single one.
“Are we telling our friends about us?” Ciar asked.
Gray felt her body tense at the thought. Once they went public to their group, there was no going back—and if he hurt her, it would be that much worse.
Gray skimmed her fingertips over his back while she considered his question. “I want to claim you, Ciar, but only because I know my feelings. I’m not convinced you understand what I need from you.”
“Gray,” he started, his voice gruff, “if I wasn’t into this one hundred percent, I would never have even laid my eyes on you.”
“I’ve been into you for a while, which is why I only had one boyfriend. I always hoped you would find your way to me.Instead, I had to watch you go out with women who weren’t worth your time, over and over and over again.
“You say you’ve wanted me for some time, Ciar, then why all those women? I know we’ve just had sex, and honestly, I’m not happy with myself. Being with you was everything I hoped—more than everything. I never knew sex could be this way, not to mention you gave me the best orgasm of my life,” she grinned and kissed his cheek.
“I want more, though. I want commitment, but I’m not sure I can trust you to give it to me.”
