I kicked off my wet boots behind him and wrapped my thighs around his waist.“Are you complaining about my choice of underwear?” I finally breathed out as he continued to tease my nipples. My nails dug ever deeper into his back as I pulled myself up against him, rocking my center up and down his hard length.
He shook his head.“Your nipples have been driving me crazy for days; the cold air making them peak through every shirt, staring me down and driving me half-mad. Why is it two little hard nubs can make a man crumble?” His thumb circled a perky, sensitive bud, then he pinched… hard.
I tried to yelp, but his mouth muffled my sounds, tongue claiming mine once more. My rocking intensified, my desire to have him so acute that I felt ready to split apart here and now, and then do it all over again.
He pulled back, giving attention to the other breast now. The fresh change sent shockwaves to my core, causing my pussy to clench with want and the need for more pressure.
He hummed, then sucked a nipple into his mouth. The contrasting warmth made wetness pool between my legs. He released his mouth with a pop before confessing,“You have no idea what you’ve been doing to me. I’m stunned every time I look at you, lost and helpless.” His lips peppered open-mouthed kisses down my sternum, his rough beard sending a delightful shiver up my spine. When he came up, his eyes met mine, and they were raw with emotion.
His calloused hands cradled my waist as he kissed his way back up my stomach and between my breasts, rough hands wrapping my rib cage.I let out a cry, the sensation of his grip cradling me almost unbearable as I squirmed beneath him, locked in this place of pleasure.“Please, Gray.” It felt like he was everywhere at once, overwhelming my senses.
He answered with a nip on the breast, pressing his erection in and up in rhythmic motions, allowing his primal side to move him.
Growing impatient, I cleared my head long enough to find his belt buckle; my hands fumbled with the clasp. I had to push at him to give me space before quickly unbuckling it. I forced the zipper down and didn’t hesitate to reach inside, my fingers finding his hot, smooth length, skin to skin. The mere sensation sent another wave of pleasure through me, and his hand soon found the buttons of my jeans in return, unzipping them and sliding his giant hand inside to cup my sex over my damp underwear.
“Look how ready you are for me,” he whispered, his lips against mine, a moan escaping as he pressed himself into my hand.“I need to be inside you.”
“Yes, Gray. Please,” I responded, sliding my hand up his length before attempting to shuck his pants down his backside to give me more room and better access.
He leaned back, giving us both the room we needed and working off his shoes.
I began pushing down my own pants, breathing heavily and growing frustrated.
He stopped me, grasping hold of the denim and yanking the jeans over my hips in one gruff tug.“Let me,” he growled, a second tug, and he had them completely off.
I lay before him in my underwear, shirt pushed up, my chest bare and back arching with want. I traced the curve of my breast with a finger as he watched. He rose over me on his knees, pushing his jeans off before easing my legs apart with his powerful thighs.
His eyes, full of raw desire, gleamed. I watched, hungry as his hand moved to the waistband of his boxers and he lowered them just enough to release his erection, the band hugging his heavy balls. He gripped himself, hard and ready, leaking with desire and the want of release. The muscles across his chest and stomach were just as tense and hard as his erection, coiled like a spring ready to unfurl.
“Buttercup,” he rasped, his hand moving rhythmically up and down his shaft.“I want to take my time. I want to kiss every inch of you and make you fall apart for me, but if I do, I might just combust.” A slickness gathered at his tip, and he used it to wet his hand and pump again.
“No more waiting. I want you now,” I said, my legs falling open, exposing myself in invitation. My hand snuck under the band of my underwear and I stroked my clit, the bud aching to be teased.
He watched with hooded eyes before dropping forward, his arms guiding himself down on top of me. Once settled, his hand found the edge of my underwear. He replaced my fingers with his, teasing my clit through the material before pushing it aside and sliding a finger in, slow and torturous. He moaned at what he found there.
I gasped, crying out at the sensation, but it wasn’t enough. I shook my head.“No, I want all of you,” I demanded.“Right now.”
He withdrew his finger, then stroked my clit with the wetness, slickening my entrance before positioning the head of his cock where I needed it. I couldn’t help rubbing against him, slickening us both as I gripped his hips to pull him in. Our underwear pushed aside but still on only heightened the primal atmosphere of the moment, as though we couldn’t be bothered to wait another second.
I adjusted my grip around his hips, securing a better hold and once again pulling him into me. He gave in this time, thrusting forward with a grunt, both of us crying out in pleasure as he slid in and seated himself completely inside. He was so deep I saw stars, hitting every internal nerve ending in just the right way.
The fullness was delicious, like scratching an itch that was out of reach. Heat bloomed across my body. Without hesitation or delay, he moved out again, then thrust back in with just as much intensity and hunger.
“More,” I begged.
His restraint broke, and his rhythm was set free. Taking my mouth in a hungry kiss, he pistoned into me with abandon, my eager center tightening around him, taking the punishment as waves of pleasure coursed through my body with each powerful thrust. I rose to meet each one, craving this, needing it hard and deep, wanting to release all the built-up tension between us.
It felt good, right, and necessary. I pushed my legs wider, my orgasm cresting like a looming tidal wave, and I moaned, trying to resist and make the feeling last.
His own groans deepened as we neared the end. He locked eyes with me, staring into my soul.“Now, Buttercup. I need you to come for me,” he growled, thrusting in and taking my lips in a slow and emotionally charged kiss.
My body surrendered to his intrusion, teetering on the edge of existence before unraveling like a coiled spring. An unfathomable wave of pleasure washed over me, and I clung to him as his own release pulsed inside me.
Our combined orgasm lingered deliciously, feeding off our mutual pleasure for what felt an eternity before Gray collapsed onto me. We both gasped for air, the heat of it billowing around us in the chill. We were slick with sweat, our bodies glistening with an acute, rippling rawness that tickled over us when the breeze caught. Tendrils of desire branched across my skin, pulsating with energy that stemmed from the place we remained joined. I was in no way sated and needed to do it again, but first I needed to catch my breath.
Moments passed before he sighed into my neck, nestling his nose against my skin. With a long, deep sigh, he pulled out of me, one inch at a time.
I wanted to whimper at the loss of him. It was too soon.
