Chapter 26 #3
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.
Using the shirt propped under my head, he dutifully cleaned between my legs, which only reignited my desire.
I almost pouted when he fixed my underwear back in place.
One arm under my shoulders, and another across my middle.
He bundled me in his arms and rolled us to the side until he became a shield against the elements.
One of his large legs hooked over my hip to keep me warm, my head tucked and cradled against his bare chest.
I was about to demand we go again when a familiar, huffy growl filled the air. At first I wondered if it were Gray, but Gray laughed.
“Look,” he whispered.
I hesitated to fulfill his request, too sated to move, but when his hand guided my head toward the view, it didn’t surprise me. Sure enough, Tallulah stood on the opposite bank, sitting on her rump, watching us with a beheaded fish under one paw. She chewed, eyes half-hooded and snout in the air.
I sighed and rolled my eyes back to Gray. “What a little hussy,” I murmured. “You think she’s jealous that I stole her man?”
He chuckled. “I’m not sure she thinks I’m her man. Snack vendor, maybe.” He kissed my forehead.
I tried to laugh, too relaxed to complete the action.
He chuckled at my obvious delirium. “What just happened? I’m still dazed,” he said.
I trailed my finger over his chest, snuggling into him. “What just happened was the result of two very stubborn adults giving in,” I replied.
He laughed, chest shaking us both. “And thank fuck for that,” he huffed.
“Take me back to the cabin, Gray,” I whispered. “I’m not done with you yet.”
He grumbled, tightening his hold on me before rolling up and hoisting me into his arms. Leaving everything by the bank, he walked us back to the cabin and locked us inside.