Chapter 16 #2
He slides his hands under my yellow sundress and cups my bare arse then yanks me forward onto his hips.
‘Do you know how much I love to see your face, desperate for me? How incredible you feel around my dick?’ He lifts his pelvis, letting me feel his erection, the coarse material of his shorts rubbing against my tender skin.
‘Are you already wet for me, baby? Tell me how much you want my cock inside you.’
I dip my tongue into his mouth and draw it across the underside of his lip. ‘I want you inside me. I want you to fuck me. Rough.’
‘You’re going to be screaming my name, baby.’
I grind my hips in response to his husky voice and he pulls me to him, kissing me harshly, the way I want him to take me.
‘Make me scream your name,’ I whisper.
He stands from the chair, taking me with him, and carries me below deck. He kicks the bedroom door shut behind us then shoves my back against the wall, pressing his stiff crotch against me.
‘Feel how hard you make me. I want to come inside you. But first I want to come all over here.’
With his body pinning my waist to the wall, he pulls my strapless dress to my waist, exposing my breasts. He licks my nipple and moans as he bites the soft flesh, stretching it in his teeth. He offers two fingers to my mouth.
‘Suck.’
I run my tongue from the base to the tip of his fingers then wrap my mouth around them. He withdraws his fingers and just as quickly, pushes them inside my welcoming sex.
‘So fucking wet.’
‘God, I want you. Now.’
He pulls me back from the wall and sits me onto the edge of the bed.
He takes off his white T-shirt and I run my hands over his chest before moving to the button and zip of his shorts.
He lifts my dress over my head. ‘You’ve driven me insane for the last hour, knowing you had nothing on under that. ’
‘Mission accomplished.’ I wanted to make him crazy. Crazy enough that he’d give me the kind of sex I can take home with me and remember when we’re fighting off whatever threat is next, whoever tries to break us next.
‘Take these off,’ he says, gesturing to his shorts.
First, I reach inside his tight white boxers and cup his hard-on until his head rolls back. Then I free him and indulge in the sight of him, a work of art.
He grabs my ankles. ‘Lie back.’ He plants my feet flat on the edge of the bed then kneels between my thighs.
His tongue teases my clit, drawing my hips from the bed.
‘Oh, God, Gregory.’
He sucks, drawing blood into the sensitive bud, making me beg for more. He works his tongue masterfully down, tasting the inside of my hole, working around the edge then back up to my clit. I’m building fast.
‘Not yet,’ he says, standing and taking my hands to sit me up. ‘Suck me.’
I moan as I wrap my lips straight around the end of his cock, taking him by surprise. I work his base with my hand and draw my mouth up and down his angry shaft, eager to see him climax.
‘You know exactly what to do to me.’
His words make me work him harder, encouraging the first drop of pre-ejaculate, lapping it up.
‘Scarlett, take me there. I want to come all over your tits.’
I wrap a fist around the base of him and tug up and down as I swirl his end, flicking my tongue across his spot, swallowing another drop of pre-come.
‘Come for me, Gregory. I want you to come.’
He pulls out of me and nudges my shoulder. I lie back and watch him, towering over me, taking over with his own hand. ‘You’re so fucking beautiful, Scarlett. I could watch you all day, hot for me.’
‘Come for me,’ I beg.
He pumps harder, faster. His hips move forward, the muscles in his neck strain.
‘Fuck.’ He leans forward, resting one knee on the edge of the bed and with another thrust of his fist, he comes across my chest. ‘Scarlett.’ My name rolls off his tongue as he leans over me, pressing his chest against mine, smothering his pleasure between us.
I roll my hips up against him impatiently. Then he’s back on his knees, licking my clit.
‘Gregory! Please.’
‘Please, what?’
‘Make me orgasm.’
He thrusts his fingers inside me as he sucks my clit.
‘I fucking love you, Scarlett Heath.’ His words are hot against my bare flesh, and they’re unravelling me.
As his fingers curl and sweep my insides, I cry his name and explode around him.
I throw my arms above my head, relishing in the sensation, my insides pulsing.
Then he grabs my hips, pulling me back to the edge of the bed and thrusts inside me almost instantaneously.
My body responds, rousing again, one long, continuing, thrilling orgasm as he hammers into me, so deep it hurts.
An addictive pain. ‘Gregory! Harder.’ He flips me by the waist then pulls my hips so I’m standing on the tips of my toes, my hands leaning down to the bed, completely exposing myself to him.
He re-enters me on a growl and thrusts over and over until my unrelenting orgasm has me bunching the bedsheets in my fists and I come again, my muscles clamping around his cock.
He slaps my arse cheek as my body gives up and drives the feeling higher until I smother my face in the duvet and scream.
‘Get on the bed.’
I crawl onto the bed and wait for my next instruction.
‘On your back, leaning off the side. Hands on the floor.’
I shuffle back until my arms and head are leaning back off the bed, my legs bent and wide, accepting whatever he has to give.
He leans over me, dragging his hand down my sticky chest and abdomen. ‘You look seriously fucking hot like this.’
His fingers move inside me, his tongue moving back to my clit.
‘Gregory. No more. I can’t.’
‘Take it, baby, I know you want it.’
His fingers move lazily in and out of me as he sucks my clit and another round of pleasure has my limbs in spasm.
‘My turn.’ He moves over me, pushing his hard shaft into me. He raises my hips, the angle shifting him deeper into me.
He pounds into me, keeping my body suspended in a state of ecstasy.
‘One more, baby, come with me. Let me feel you.’ His words add to the blood rushing to my head, clouding my mind, making me trip on the feel of him. He drives in and out, his muscles strained, his breathing erratic.
‘Gregory! I’m coming.’
He thrusts once, twice, and barking expletives, he fills me with warm lust.
He pulls me up and folds me in his arms. ‘Thank you,’ I manage through panted breaths. ‘For giving me something to remember.’