He looks up at me with hungry eyes and reaches behind his head, grabbing onto his shirt to pull it off as I take a step back and give him room. He stands and drops his pants and boxers in one move, kicking them to the side.
Greyson takes a naked step toward me, but I take one back. He gives me a devilish smirk and takes another. Again, I retreat. “What are you playing at, Bunny? Are you my little prey tonight?”
I twirl a lock of red hair around my finger, biting my lip. “That all depends on if you catch me, bad… bad… Wolf.” I wink and spin on my heels, a squeal leaving my lips when I hear his footsteps thump behind me and feel his fingertips graze my waist.
I run quickly into our en-suite and hop into the shower, my hand lifting to turn the rain showerhead on, but Greyson wraps his arms around my body, capturing my hands between them.
“You thought you could escape me, naughty Bunny?” he whispers into my ear, then rasps his beard against the sensitive skin of my neck, nipping at it with his teeth. “I’m faster… stronger… hungrier than you’ll ever be, little Bunny. Nothing will ever stop me from feasting on my prey.” He bites down on my neck as water begins to pour down on us. I hadn’t even realized one of his arms had let go to turn on the shower.
I tilt my head to the sky, warm droplets coating my skin, back arching away from him as my ass presses hard against his thick erection. A loud, breathy moan erupts from my throat as he kisses the bruised skin, then runs his nose up the side of my neck to my ear.
“If you were in the mood for shower sex, Bunny, you could have just said so. You know how much I love watching your body glisten while I ram my dick into you.” The filthy words he delivers make my core clench in anticipation.
I love every kind of sex Greyson and I have, but there’s just something so sensual about shower sex. Although the real reason behind wanting it tonight is that Nancy and Andrew are in the room next door, my old room. And I’d like to nothave another awkward morning with Greyson’s father making inappropriate jokes about hearing us going at it like rabbits.
Love the man, but I can do without that level of embarrassment.Which is why I’m choosing the shower to cover up as much noise as possible.Yes, I know we could have simply gone without for one night. But I wanted my man too much to pass it up.
His hand comes up to my cheek, knuckles grazing my goosed flesh, then travels down the length of my body. Down the column of my neck, over my collarbone, my breast, to my slippery flat belly, and lower over smooth skin until he reaches the apex of my legs. His fingers slide in between my thighs and through my wet folds, one entering my tight center as I gasp.
“Wolf,” I purr as his finger moves in and out at a torturous pace, my body rocking against it in search of more friction. “Please, Greyson,” I beg, needing more.
“You like when I spear your beautiful little pussy with my fingers, Bunny?” his rough voice whispers into my ear as a shiver runs through me.
“Yes… but I much prefer when it’s Mighty Ford doing the spearing.” I grind faster down on his finger, feeling my core clench and tingle in appreciation.
His arm around my body tightens, and his finger pulls out from deep inside me. “How do you know what I call my cock?” he asks with shock written on his face.
I giggle, turning my head to the side to see him. “I heard you talking to him the other night in the bathroom when you thought I was sleeping. By the way, you can always wake me up for sex.”
“God, you’re perfect for me, Bunny.” His hand that was just between my legs comes up, sliding over my cheek and into my hair. Fisting it against my scalp, he captures my lips between his as I sigh into his mouth. Our tongues twirl together to their ownrhythm for a moment before he pulls away slightly and rests his forehead on mine.
“How did I get so unexpectedly lucky with you?”
I move my head back as he opens his eyes, needing to gaze into the depth of his latte-colored irises. “I ask myself that question every second of every day,” I breathe.
He turns me in his arms, placing my back to the cool tiles as steam rises around us, the heated water falling down our bodies as we devour one another with our eyes. My hand lifts up to his nape, and I pull his mouth down to mine, needing another taste of him.
“I need you, Greyson,” I plead.
“I’m right here, Bunny.”
He reaches for my thighs and lifts me off the ground, placing my legs around his waist while I use the wall for support. With one hand still holding my thigh, he uses his other to position himself at my slick entrance, swiping his thick mushroom head through my wet lips.
“Mighty Ford… welcome to paradise.” Then he penetrates my body with brutal force, seating himself as deep as he can get.
The laugh bubbling from my lips quickly turns into a loud cry of pleasure. He rapidly claims my lips, silencing me as much as he can. Greyson gives me time to adjust to his size before moving again, but rather than plow into me relentlessly, his strokes are slow yet powerful.
I feel every movement, every inch making its way in and out of me. Goosebumps pepper my skin, heat rooting from my core and spreading wildly through my veins all the way down to my toes. This is different. This isn’t wild, crazy sex. We aren’t fucking. We’re making love.
It’s something we’ve never done before. Everything between us is always intense, powerful, explosive. We jump at each other as if we’ve been captive for years without another being to touch.But not this time. This time, we explore each other, give in to our emotions, and let them dance together.
Let them become one.
He lets go of my lips, tilting his head back a little, eyes boring into mine as we both silently pant. “I don’t want it fast tonight, Bunny. I just want this. I just want you,” he says with so much devotion that I can feel the words bleeding into my heart.
“It’s all I’ve ever wanted.”
Our eyes stay locked on one another as we continue to make love, lips inches away, mouths slightly parted as we breathe each other in. His slow thrusts hit every nerve ending. We’re completely entranced by one another; not even the splatter of water flicking off his back can take us away from this moment.
