I couldn’t hold out. If Iwanted to come from him fucking me, Ihadto slow himdown.
“Gray,” I groaned into themattress beneath me, pillow pushed out of the way, forehead pressed to thesheets as my back arched, a hot wash of pleasure rolling around the pit of mystomach.
I must have lookedridiculous, panting, sweating, and whimpering, but I didn’t care. Not aslong as Gray didn’t.
I’d never had sex like thisbefore. Never felt so free and comfortable with another person as I did withhim.
He licked a long stripe frombehind my balls to the base of my spine, and then pressed his lips against the smallof my back. “Needme to slow down?”
I nodded. If he kept going,this was all going to be over. I could come twice without much of a break, butnot three times.
Having him inside me for thesecond time was all I could think about. All I wanted. I needed that connectionright now.
The sense of safety and careand, deep in the back of my mind,love.
I wanted Gray to love me.Which was completely new, and terrifying, and maybe something I could neverhave.
Right now, though, I wantedto pretend for the evening. Just one evening of believing that someone as goodand kind as Gray could want me for who I was.
Gray’s hand swept up and downthe back of my thigh in long, soothing strokes, and I sighed with relief as theknife-edge of urgency receded, the tide ebbing as his strong, confident toucheased the tension that’d been building inside me.
The thought that he couldbring me to the edge and then bring mebackover and over occurred tome. I doubted I’d last all that long, but… maybe one day.
Being sexually tortured byGray definitely had its appeal.
The familiar click of thecap on the bottle of lube and soft crinkle of a foil packet made me shiver.Clearly, Graywasn’tabout to give me a break. Not for long, anyway.
“Still sure about this?”Gray asked, one hand still massaging my thigh. I could picture him kneelingover me, lube in one hand, looking me up and down with hunger shining in hiseyes.
And Iwantedit. Hellyes I was still sure about it.
“I just gave up being rimmedfor the first time in my life so you’d fuck me,” I grumbled into the sheets. “I’msure.”
“First time?” Gray asked. “Really?”
“Really.” I squirmed,pulling myself up onto my knees with more effort than I expected it to take. Mylegs were trembling, but I was determined to make myself clear and get what Iwanted.
There was every chance thiswas my only shot. I wasn’t going to sleep unsatisfied, and that meant Graywas putting his cock in me.
“Remind me to do it againsometime,” he said, squeezing my ass one-handed.
I couldn’t eventhinkabout anothertime right now. With my thighs aching and my cock dripping precome onto themattress, all I could focus on was how much I wanted Gray to fuck merightnow.
Shifting my knees furtherapart and angling my hips to encourage him was about all I could manage on thatfront. My head was spinning with lust and need, thinking intelligent thoughtswas way out of reach for me.
The first touch of Gray’s cool,lube-coated fingers made me sigh with pleasure, my shoulders finally relaxingas he circled my hole tentatively, teasing as though he hadn’t just had histongue inside me.
I pushed back against him,biting my lip as blood rushed south all over again, my cock desperate to betouched, stroked,anything. Anything to ease the urgency that wasstarting to build all over again.
I knew I looked ridiculous,but I couldn’tquite bring myself to care. As long as I got what I wanted, a little helplesswhining was fine.
The moment Gray slipped afirst warm finger inside me was as close to pure bliss as I’d ever come. Iwassoready for this.
“Fuck,” I grunted, hipsrocking back as he twisted and crooked the finger, stroking me inside but notputting pressure where I needed it most.
“Patience,” Gray said,laughter in his voice. He wasenjoyingtorturing me like this.
Which was actually kind ofhot.
