He pushed off her, rising from the bed. She stared up at him, searching his eyes for some sign of what he was thinking. He grasped her legs and pulled her to the edge of the bed. The friction of silk against her back heated her skin. Then she found herself face down on the bed as he gently turned her over.
She blinked in surprise then tried to turn herself back over, but his hand pressed against her back preventing her movement.
“Trust me,” he murmured.
She immediately stilled though her senses were racing. Excitement mixed with nervousness curled in her stomach. But anticipation overcame all else as she heard him divest himself of his pants.
His hands came around her waist, and he hoisted her up to her knees. She braced her palms against the sheets to hold herself up. Cool air washed over her legs as she felt him push her gown up to her waist. Her cheeks warmed as she envisioned the sight she must present.
“Beautiful,” he murmured. “So beautiful, your hair streaming down your back, lace covering you.” He walked around to the end of the bed so she was now sideways to him. She cocked her head so she could see him and gulped as she saw he was naked.
She moaned low in her throat and threw back her head when he reached out to cup her breasts. He ran his hand up over her shoulder and over her back as he walked behind her, his hand smoothing over her silk-covered skin.
His fingers trailed over her buttocks, then between her legs, dipping into the soft folds. She rocked forward as he pressed a finger against the sensitive nub at the very heart of her femininity.
A damp sheen of perspiration dotted her forehead, and she bit her lip, closing her eyes in delicious agony. She began to thrust back against his hand as his fingers dipped and swirled.
Her eyes flew open and she gasped when his fingers plunged within her. “Please,” she begged.
“In due time,” he said huskily.
She moaned in protest when he stopped, but then his hands cupped her breasts from underneath, pinching her nipples between his thumb and forefinger. He stroked them until they were taut and stiff. The ache between her legs became unbearable as his manipulations increased.
“Gray, please,” she gasped out.
“What do you want, Jenna? Tell me.”
“You. I want you. Inside me. Please. I cannot bear it any longer.”
He chuckled. “Oh, but I’ve only just begun.” His hands left her breasts, and suddenly she felt his hot breath against her thighs.
She rocketed forward when his tongue pressed between her legs. But his hands gripped her thighs and held her firmly against him. “Gray,” she cried. But he persisted, driving her mad with desire.
Her knees were shaking against the mattress, her hands gripping the sheets as his tongue flitted around her sensitive bud. He suckled it gently, sending sharp bursts of pleasure straight to her innermost depths.
Then he was gone and suddenly she found herself propelled backwards as he dragged her to the very edge of the bed. Her knees dug into the edge of the mattress and her legs dangled off.
He grasped her hips and with his thumbs, parted her legs and positioned himself behind her. “Gray?” she said in a trembling voice. The force of her own desire had robbed her of breath.
“I’m going to ride you,” he said, his sensual words sliding over her, nearly catapulting her to release.
Every muscle in her body tightened in anticipation. Images of him mounting her like a mare rolled in her mind, causing her nipples to tighten, and the ache between her legs became a force too great for her to bear.
He slid into her, hot and rigid. She cried out as he went deeper than she thought possible, as he elicited feelings in her she had never imagined in her wildest fantasies.
When he finally came to a stop, she felt full, stretched and wild in her need. “More,” she whispered. “I want more.”
He strained forward, pressing his hard thighs against her buttocks, and she pushed against him, determined to give him as much as he was giving her. He reached around and pulled at her nipples as he withdrew and pushed forward again.
“Ride me,” she pleaded.
And he did. Foregoing the slow pace he’d initiated, he began rocking against her, pulling her back to meet his thrusts. He gripped her hips, holding her firm as he rode her, hot and hard. Her gown worked higher up her back until her breasts were nearly free of the material.
She was delirious in her ecstasy. Her head thrown back, she closed her eyes and let out a keening wail. His hands left her hips and tangled in her hair, holding her head back as he rode harder.
Faster and harder, the sound of his thighs slapping against her buttocks filled the room, mixing with her sighs and moans.
“Harder,” she urged. She was close to something extraordinary, yet she couldn’t quite reach it. But she knew she needed more.
