He picks up the baby monitor and walks us to the front door. Pulling it open, we step out, and he places the monitor on the floor to the side and leaves the door wide open.
Daisy’s sleeping on her doggy bed in the living room, so she doesn’t notice the open entrance. And even if she did, I wouldn’t be worried. She’s not a fan of the rain. Making her do her business outside when there’s barely a tiny sprinkle proves to be quite difficult. Greyson has joked a few times about getting her litter trained… I’m starting to think I might take him up on that.
“Grey, what are we doing?” I question as he drags me out onto the front lawn. I shriek when the raindrops start falling down above us, my hair dripping and sticking to my face within seconds from how intensely it’s pouring.
“We’re dancing in the rain. What does it look like?”
Keeping my hand in his, he places his other against the small of my back, my free hand coming up to his nape as I laugh. He twirls me a few times, our clothes completely drenched. He’s dressed in sweatpants and a T-shirt, while all I’m wearing are panties and one of his white shirts that ends mid-thigh. I’m sure we can see completely through it by now, but with how dark it is outside, only Grey can peek.
His eyes darken with lust at the last spin he gives me, probably noticing my hardened nipples through the thin fabric. He pulls me back to him, chest against chest, as his head dips and hebegins to sing our song into my ear. The same one he sang to me on my birthday and has continued singing to me since.
A rush of goosebumps scatters my flesh, and it isn’t from the cold rain running down it, but rather from him, his voice, the words. The way simply feeling him and smelling him brings my body and heart to life.
He stops singing halfway through and kisses right below my ear, then my jaw as I tilt my head to the side. His hand lets go of mine and comes up to fist my hair, pulling my head back and exposing my neck perfectly to him. He kisses and licks down it until he reaches the valley of my breasts. Rain splatters against my face, but I don’t care. My eyes are closed as I moan and succumb to the sensation of his mouth against my body.
“Wolf,” I cry out when his other hand leaves my back and grabs one of my breasts through the shirt. His mouth clamps down on it as I feel his tongue twirling around its peak before sucking and biting.
When I moan his name again, my fingers tugging at his scalp, he comes back up to my mouth, our kiss quickly turning frantic. Lip biting, tongues pushing against each other, teeth clashing together. It’s like we’re in a rush and can’t get enough.
“I need you, Bunny,” he pleads against my lips.
“I need you more, Wolf. Please,” I beg in return.
His hands drop from my hair and body to grab my hand with one. We sprint for the house, grabbing the baby monitor on our way in and shutting the door quickly. We skid on the floor from our wet state, Greyson almost falling a few times before we make it to the staircase.
We run up the stairs giggling like teenagers and only resume our kissing session once we’ve hit the landing, bumping into walls as we make our way blindly to our room. I’m surprised we haven’t woken Gracie with all the noise we’re making.
Halfway down the hall, Grey lifts me into his arms, my legs wrapping around his waist and hands coming to his hair as I devour his mouth like it contains my next breath. He fumbles for the doorknob behind me and finally pushes it open. We don’t even make it to the bed. Instead, he kicks the door shut behind him and spins us around, smashing my back into it.
I make quick work of pulling his shirt off his body, then work my own over my head while he holds my weight by my thighs and pulls me away from the door slightly. Once our tops have both hit the ground, he presses me back against the wood and with one hand grabs onto my tiny excuse for panties. Wrapping the strap around his fist, he shreds them with one quick tug as I hiss at the sting along my hips.That’s definitely going to leave a mark.
I hold onto him as he pushes down his sweats and boxers, then steps out of them. His hand comes to my dripping center from around my thigh, and he pushes two fingers inside my pussy.
“Yes…” I moan, my head falling back against the door.
“No more condoms, Em. I don’t want anything between us. I just want to feel you. Only you,” he says, kissing my neck as his fingers pump into me.
“I thought we said we weren’t ready?” We’ve discussed it multiple times. I do want his babies. I just don’t want them right now. Maybe in a year or two when Gracie will be a little older.
His lips leave my neck, and he waits until my gaze comes down to his before speaking, his fingers continuing their slow, torturous pace. “I’m not asking you to get off birth control. I know you aren’t ready for that yet. Just no more condoms. Is that okay?”
“Okay, yes.” I kiss his lips once more as his hand disappears from my core. It’s not like we’ve been super careful lately. The number of times we‘forget’to use one seems to increase rapidly.So why continue the pretenses? Like he said, I’m still on birth control, and I never ever forget that.
A second later, I feel his tip nudging at my entrance. He doesn’t tease me with it, doesn’t slide in an inch only to pull away. No, he thrusts with everything he has and slams into me. I scream into his mouth as he swallows every sound.
I’ll never get used to him. Every time, it’s like he’s stretching me out for the first time. Every time, he feels like paradise. My entire body burns in the most beautiful way. A feeling I never want to live without again.
“Oh God, Greyson. Don’t stop!” I cry out as he rams into me over and over again. My nails dig into his shoulders while his hands grip my thighs painfully. I know I’ll have his handprints on them tomorrow.
“I don’t ever plan on stopping. I could fuck you forever, Bunny,” he pants, sweat beading along his forehead as he watches our bodies come together.
“Good, because I’m never letting you go, Wolf.”
His eyes snap up to mine, our gaze locked on each other as apprehension passes through his. I may not have said the words he’s been wanting to hear, but these ones mean just the same.
My hand comes to his cheek, thumb caressing over the rough hairs of his beard. “We’re forever, Greyson,” I whisper as his movements slow.
His mouth attacks mine in an instant, and he resumes fucking me brutally. Within minutes, we both come undone, my body exploding in his arms as he shoots his cum deep inside my pussy that grips him like a lifeline.
