“Think you can take two?” heasked, still teasing.
I nodded so hard it made myhead swim, desperate for more.
Gray tutted, easing the onefinger in and out so slowly I was starting to think I’d die of old age before hemanaged to get his cock inside me. “So eager,” he purred, low and rumbling. “Youplay with yourself, baby?”
“Yes,” I gritted out,fingers digging deeper into the sheets. “All the time.”
“All the time,” Grayrepeated with an audible smirk. “Guess you can wait, then.”
“No,” I whined. “No.”
Chuckling, Gray pulled hisfinger out, stroked at me a few times, and then pushed two back in. Pleasureand relief both flooded down my spine when he finally twisted them, grazing aspot that made stars burst behind my eyelids.
“More,” I groaned, hipspulsing back to meet the lazy, shallow thrusts of his fingers.
I knew what I wanted, andthe sooner I got it the happier I’d be.
Gray’s free hand skimmed up mythigh, then curled around it. His fingertips just barely grazed my cock, and Ibit down on my lip so hard I tasted blood.
The broken sob that escapedme stopped him in his tracks.
He went back to stroking upand down my thigh, pulling me back from the edge, fingers still rocking in andout of me—three, now, though I barely remembered that happening.
I was safe with Gray. Safetymeant I could let go, that I didn’thaveto pay attention to every little thing. So Iwasn’t.Just the burning heat of pleasure in my gut and the way his hand felt againstmy skin, warm and reassuring.
This was what sex wassupposed to be like. Comfortable and easy andsexy.
Safe.
Two people coming togetherand sharing a little affection, sheltering each other from the rest of theworld for a little while.
I’d alwayswantedit to be thatway before, but this was the first time I’d really felt like it was.
With Gray.
I wanted to keep himforever. The feeling felt like a physical thing in the pit of my stomach, theweight ofwantsettling heavy there.
Gray was it. This was what I’d been lookingfor all this time.
A light slap to my thighstartled me out of that train of thought. It wasn’t even hard enough to turnthe skin red, just enough to get my attention.
“Fuck me,” I said, halfdesperate plea, half complaint that he wasn’t alreadydoingit.
Gray snorted. “Such patience.”
“I’ll beg,” I offered,desperate enough by now to do more or less anything Gray wanted.
“I won’t make you,” Graymurmured. “Just making sure you’re ready for this.”
Finally,finally, hisfingers slipped out of me, a shiver of anticipation rolling up my spine. Myknees inched further apart of their own accord, belly aching with need.
The head of Gray’s cock againstme reminded me of just how big he’d been in my mouth. I could take it, but Iwas going to feel it in the morning.
Right now, that seemedideal. A reminder that I’d had this, one no one could take away from me.
My toes curled as he finallystarted pushing into me, a building wave of pleasure swelling in my gut withevery inch of his length, the hot pressure of him so perfect that I could havecried. It broke over me as his balls brushed against mine, a sharp gasp makingmy already tight lungs burn.
Gray stroked up and downthe length of my spine, long, soothing touches that eased the last of thetension out of me until holding myself up became a challenge.
