He put his hands on my hips and tugged me into him. His mouth slanted onto mine, and without breaking our kiss, he took the mug from my grasp and set it on the desk.
“I’ve been thinking all day about getting you naked again,” I confessed, when we broke for air.
“Good, because I’ve had my mind on the exact same thing.”
He led me to the sunporch. Warm sunlight streamed through the blinds. We undressed each other and lay naked in a tangle on his futon. Kissing and caressing, trying to find the perfect alignment of our bodies.
Grayden licked along my collarbone, his stiff pierced cock dragging over my stomach. I traced my fingers over the tattoos on his chest and arm and wrapped my legs around his waist.
His lips kissed their way down my body, stopping to suck my nipples and lick every stray freckle.
“Look at all this pretty, untouched skin. Ever thought about getting ink done? Here. Or here.”
I hummed, enjoying the softness of his mouth and the contrasting scratch of his beard. “I’m always worried I’ll have regrets. That I’ll get a tattoo and then decide I don’t like it. How did you know you’d want yours forever?”
“Just a leap of faith, I guess.”
Before Grayden, I wouldn’t have been able to imagine whatthat meant. I used to be the girl who danced on tables, who drank too much and got wild with a man I’d just met.
But actually choosing to take a risk onforever?
“I’ll think about it,” I said. “If I get a tattoo, I will definitely hire you to do it.”
“Thank goodness. Might hurt my feelings otherwise.” He winked, then inched even lower and dipped his head.
I gasped and grabbed onto his hair.
Grayden’s tongue teased my opening while he massaged my clit with the pad of his thumb. Then he switched, his tongue flicking over my sensitive bundle of nerves while his fingers worked inside me.
When he finally pushed his cock into me, gliding through my wetness, I was moaning and panting like a wanton thing.
He was gorgeous like this. Sunlight illuminated the contours of his skin and tattoos as his hips rolled, our bodies meeting again and again.
I loved when he took over. Took what he wanted from me. I was always happy to boss a man around in bed to make sure I got what I needed, but with Grayden, I trusted him enough to just let go.
With Grayden, I felt completely free. His wildness was a perfect match for mine.
He kissed me tenderly at the same time that his thrusts got rougher. I moaned into his mouth. In a swift, filthy move, he pulled out and flipped me to my stomach, his palm smacking my butt cheek. I gave him a heated look over my shoulder.
“Watch it,” I said teasingly.
“Like you don’t love it.”
“I’ll smackyourbutt next time.”
“Just try me, wild girl.”
He pinned me with his body, and his cock slid inside me. That piercing.Ungh. The head of his cock rubbed inside me, driving the spiral of pleasure even higher.
“So good,” I moaned.
“You want more of this cock? Should I keep giving it to you?”
“Yes, please, yes,” I cried.
His chest pressed against my back, and Grayden kissed behind my ear. His hips were doing wicked things, angling his cock just right to have hot pleasure cresting toward me, making me shake in anticipation. But he also reached for my hands, curling his fingers over mine in a way that was so intimate and caring.
“I love you,” he murmured in my ear. “Fuck, you’re making me come, Piper. Need you to come with me. Squeeze my dick with that sweet pussy.”
