I needed him to fuck me, then come deep inside. I wanted him to make us a family. I wanted to meld our lives so permanently that we’d be eternal.
The thoughts took me off guard, but felt right.
His finger slid out of me, his other arm banding tight across my stomach, caging me firmly against the potato bin. I heard the jingle of a belt buckle, then the zip of a fly, and my joggers and underwear were yanked down my backside in a hurry. His hand grazed over my exposed skin, squeezing again before fitting his warm hips against my bare behind. His erection slid between my thighs, over my wetness once, then twice, drawing a guttural moan from his throat.
I let him toy with me, my body thrumming with need as the tip of his cock became coated in my desire for him. His hand slid under my shirt once more, finding my breast, just as the fat tip of his cock nudged inside. He pinched my nipple hard, driving his hips forward, deep and direct.
I cried out again, trying to stay quiet, but the intense pleasure of his cock entering me made fireworks explode behind my eyelids.
He paused there, seated inside as far as he could, waiting as I settled around him.
“Is this what you want?” he hissed, asking again, stroking my nipple to relax away the burn of his pinch. It was so sensitive, it drove me insane. He was no doubt a nipple man, and I was going to have to be okay with that.
I hummed and nodded, unable to form more of an answer.
“I need to hear you say it, Buttercup.” His voice was strained, and he pinched my nipple again, twisting slightly to coax out my answer.
“Yes!” I panted out.“I want it. I want all of it,” I gasped.“I want us.”
He grunted, his cock twitching and sliding out halfway.“Fuck, Betty.” He held himself there for only a moment, then thrust back in.
Every nerve ending was alive, and I moaned, dropping my head forward.
“I’m going to leave you dripping,” he warned.
My hips were circling of their own merit, begging him to keep moving.
He relented, pushing in deep, slow and steady at first, then growing with ferocity until there was no doubt he’d hit the mark.
I braced my hands and arms over the bin for balance as he reached around, his fingers teasing when I neared the edge of oblivion. The universe danced behind my eyelids, and my pinnacle coiled quickly. Wanting more, I spread my legs farther apart in invitation, lifting my ass to better accommodate him.
The air crackled with Gray’s guttural moans as he moved even deeper, his erection a powerful force. With each thrust, the intensity between us surged, building towards an explosive climax. I felt myself dissolving, ready to shatter in his embrace, only to be reassembled by his touch.
I detonated.
A scream tried to claw its way out of me, but he clasped a hand over my mouth. I dug my gloved fingers into the wood of the bin, trying to remain grounded.
Gray grunted, driving into me one last time as he wrapped his other arm around my belly, holding me still. I felt his hot release spill inside me, coating my inner walls as it had so many times already. His hand dropped from my mouth, and I gasped at the sensation, warm and satisfying. Everything tingled with lust, and I worked through the intense waves of our combined orgasms.
We leaned against the bin, panting for a few moments, his body arched over mine. I could feel moisture seeping out around his cock. When he finally withdrew, he spun me quickly to face him, and I felt his fingers find their way back into my joggers.
He gathered any moisture that escaped, his eyes hooded and full of heat, and thrust his fingers back deep inside me. He took my mouth with hunger, repeating the motion again and again, causing a second climax to kindle. Inviting the lewd action, I hitched a leg up around his hip to give him better, deeper access.
“We should keep all this right there, shouldn’t we, Buttercup?” he whispered against my mouth.
God, I loved this side of him. This was fun, and I wanted to do it again.
I nipped his lower lip, pressing myself into his hand as my breaths quickened, a wave of heat washing over me for the second time. I clenched around his fingers, his raw words fanning the intense inferno that continued to burn within me, an unquenchable craving for him.
“You belong to me now, baby girl,” he breathed.“I love you.”
His confession hit hard, elongating my second orgasm with a moaned,“I love you too.”
I felt him grin against my trembling lips, his blue eyes searching mine, looking for the truth I was sure he saw there. He kissed me, long and languid, our tongues exploring, lazy and unhurried.
Once he was sure my body had absorbed all it could, he pulled his fingers out and repositioned my joggers and underwear back over my ass. He hoisted me up and cradled me against him as though I weighed nothing. I laid my head on his shoulder, feeling so incredibly close to this man that I didn’t know how I’d ever lived without him.
He set me on the edge of the potato bin, standing between my legs as he zipped his jeans and refastened his belt. His cheeks were red above his beard, his lips glistening from our kiss, and his eyes were full of a life that hadn’t been there when I’d first met him. He looked like a deeply satisfied man, and it was unbelievably sexy.
