He strangled out a curse, his hands sliding down to grip my thighs, pushing me down against him.
“Let me fuck you, Lexi. I want to be inside of you.”
I rode up on my knees. His hands on my hips, I guided him into me, gasping blissfully as he filled me so perfectly. I rode up and down his length, his strong hands helping guide me. Each and every penetration built upon the last, and my gasps only grew louder. My breasts swayed in front of his face. Grayson, unable to help himself, raised his hand to my breasts.
The slow start didn’t take long to give into the rush of lust. Bucking on him, letting him fill me to the brim each and every time. His firm hands helping me along as he held me in place so he could fuck me harder and faster from below.
My entire body was vibrating on top of him as I let out moan after moan. We were completely entwined with one another, as close as two people could ever be. I felt such a powerful connection to him. Could it really be that L word? This quick? This soon?
My body completely believed. Something about the way he held me, the way his fingers found time to pet my clit as we fucked, making sure that it was every bit as good for me as it was for him.
We were so fully enraptured by one another, now acting on base, primal instinct and the need for greater pleasure and intimacy. I looked into his eyes, and it seemed as if our souls were connecting on top of everything else.
Every stroke of cock into me seemed like it would be the last I needed. I both wanted this to continue forever and yearned for that sweet release of orgasm.
But it would eventually come for me. That searing delight, pulsing through me again and again as I screamed for him at the top of my lungs. His groans were so quiet beneath it, but they sounded so sweet for me, a tribute to my body and my sexuality.
Wracked with orgasm, he kept fucking me, wanting to wring every little bit of wonderful sensation out of the moment he could. His warmth filled the condom, and even at the heights ofeverything else I was experiencing, I felt the heat of his release, the things I did to him just as extreme as the things he did to me.
I collapsed on him, my arms wrapping around him. Another kiss, intoxicatingly sweet.
Grayson stretched out next to me, tracing his fingers along the skin of my chest, connecting the dots of my freckles.
“I adore you, Lexi,” he murmured.
He leaned over to kiss me softly. Then he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me against him so that I rested my head on his chest.
I felt so safe and protected in his arms. I was about to drift off on a fluffy cloud of amazing sex when Gizzy padded out from the master bathroom and took a running jump to land on the bed.
Grayson cursed as Gizzy tried to crawl on top of me.
“I thought you said he was trained.”
“He’s better trained than Marshmallow,” I said darkly.
Gizzy opened his mouth to hiss at Grayson, who growled back.
“Off, Gizzy,” I told the iguana as Grayson moved out from under me.
Grayson looked at the large reptile warily.
“He’s clean. He just had a bath,” I reminded Grayson. “Go get Crumpet, and we’ll have a family bed picnic.”
“You just want your leftovers.”
I beamed at him. “Yes, please!”
I lay on the bed and blatantly ogled him as he sauntered over to pick the boxer briefs up off the floor—his broad shoulders that tapered to the narrow hips and waist, the washboard abs that led to the V of muscle to an extra-special part that could really give a girl a workout.
“And the male Manhattan billionaire,” I narrated in my best David Attenborough voice, “after successfully mating with the female, struts around in the brush.”
“I am not strutting.” He looked over his shoulder at me. His brown hair, which was usually carefully parted and combed in place, fell over his face, making him look younger, more rakish.
“Come here.” I crooked my finger.
He leaned down.
“You have a very nice butt.” I slapped the firm backside. “Compliments are important. Also you’re hot, and this”—I rubbed the bulge in his boxer briefs—“this is chef’s kiss.”
