Chapter 13 #2
She met his gaze as she sucked and his gut tightened. “You are so fucking hot, Chels. I don’t know if I can handle you much longer.”
She smiled around his cock and sucked long and deep as she held his gaze with her brilliant green eyes.
“Oh, damn.” He gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, and saw stars. He shouted as he came hard.
His entire body trembled as she sucked and sucked until he was spent.
She climbed back up his body until she was straddling him again. He had felt completely spent, but as she rocked her heated center against his bare cock, he grew hard almost at once.
A smile of pleasure touched her lips. “I want to be naked with you.” Her voice was husky and low.
Holy shit. He couldn’t wait to get her clothes off.
He managed a nod. His body was coming back online after what felt like a total meltdown.
She slid off him, and he got to his feet and drew her into his arms. He kissed her, unable to get enough of her.
He caught the hem of her blouse, tugged it up and over her breasts that were still jutting out, and tossed the shirt onto a nearby chair. He reached around her, unfastened her pink bra, and let it drop onto her blouse.
“You’re so beautiful.” He cupped and caressed her naked breasts. “Everything about you is amazing.”
“You’re pretty damned amazing yourself.” She wrapped her arms around his neck and brought her mouth to his. Their kiss was long and sensual.
He found the button to her jean skirt and unfastened it before drawing the zipper down and then pushing the skirt over her hips and letting it fall to the floor. It left her in a pair of lacy panties with two pink bows on them. Those little pink panties were the sexiest damned thing he’d ever seen.
As erotic as they were, he still wanted them off, still wanted to see the treasure beneath.
Chelsea held her breath as Grady pushed her panties over her hips. Her heart pounded as she braced her palms on his shoulders while he slowly moved the silky pink material down her legs as he eased to his knees.
She shivered as his callused palms and fingertips skimmed her soft flesh when he caressed her bare ass and thighs.
“I want your clothes off.” She tried to slow her breathing as she grasped his T-shirt and tugged it up.
She watched the play of his chest muscles and biceps as he helped her bring the shirt up and over his head.
Pleasure rippled through her at the sight of all those sculpted muscles, and she murmured, “I love your body.”
She trailed her fingers over his chest. She lightly scraped her nails from his pecs to his taut abs, and then to the opening of his jeans. He sucked in his breath as she neared his erection, which had grown to its impressive size once again.
He kicked off his athletic shoes and started to reach for her. She pushed his hands aside as she reached for the waistband of his jeans, then shoved the denim and his boxer briefs down so that they slid to his ankles. He hurried to take off his socks at the same time he stepped out of his jeans.
“Let’s go to your room.” His voice was low and crowded with passion as his gaze locked onto hers.
She grasped his hand and heard the shakiness in her voice from nerves. She wasn’t sure why she was nervous. Maybe it was because she wanted everything to be perfect their first time. She had no doubt in her mind that this would not be their last.
“This way.” She guided him down the hallway to her room. Cool air brushed her bare skin, but her whole body might as well have been hot as coals.
When she reached her room, she flipped the switch, which lit a pair of bedside lights on nightstands on each side of the bed. They stopped on the cobalt-blue rug beside her bed. The lighting was soft, but not too dim, so she could take in every part of him.
She felt a little self-conscious about the fact that she wasn’t the rail-thin skater she’d once been. Instead of allowing him to see the bit of insecurity she felt, she concentrated on how sexy he was. His body was beautiful, delicious in all the right places.
“You’re amazing and so incredibly beautiful.” His hands drifted over her shoulders.
His compliment sent more waves of desire throughout her. He made her feel beautiful and amazing.
He moved his palms down her arms to her wrists, then up again. He skimmed her nipples with the pads of his fingers. She gasped and took his hands and moved them so that he cupped her breasts. He slowly and sensually circled her nipples with his thumbs.
She grasped his biceps and tilted her head back, lost in what he was doing to her body. He sucked one nipple while teasing the other, and she thought she was going to orgasm. They were so sensitive to his touch and his mouth that she could do nothing but moan and squirm in his arms.
Her eyes closed, she reveled in the sensations. The way he touched her body made her lightheaded with desire.
He grasped the comforter and pulled it to the foot of the bed.
She gave a little cry of surprise, and her eyes flew open as he turned to her, picked her up, and moved her onto the bed. He laid her on her back with her hips at the edge of the mattress. He pushed her knees apart and knelt between her thighs.
Thrills rolled through her belly in warm waves as he hooked her legs over his shoulders and parted her folds with his fingers. He lowered his head and ran his tongue over her soft flesh. She cried out and wriggled as he licked her.
“Damn you taste good.” He slid his palms beneath her ass and buried his face against her.
She gripped the sheets as her whole body flushed from the feel of his tongue licking her. Pleasure felt like hot wax melting through her as she twisted and turned her hips in his grasp.
Panting in shallow breaths, her whole body burned as an orgasm built within her.
He concentrated on her clit, licking and sucking it to the point that spots winked in and out of her vision. He growled against her, and she completely lost it. She screamed with the force of her pleasure as it raged like whitewater throughout her.
She couldn’t form a thought—she could only feel. Her ears rang, and she could hear nothing but the pounding of her blood. She sailed higher, his tongue driving her orgasm on until one small explosion after another rattled her body.
Was her orgasm ever going to stop? Did she want it to?
It took some time to come down, and as she finally did, it was as if she was sinking deep into the bed. Her body felt languid and limp.
It seemed to rejuvenate as he made another rumbling sound while he stood over her. “Damn, you’re sweet.”
She held her arms out to him. “I want you inside me.”
His expression grew almost feral. She had a sudden feeling that it took all he had to restrain himself from thrusting into her, losing himself completely.
He caught her by her waist and adjusted her so she was at the center of the bed. She hadn’t noticed him grabbing a condom from his pocket or his wallet, but he was now tearing open a foil packet.
She watched with hungry fascination as he rolled the condom down his erection before he eased onto the bed. He moved between her thighs and looked down at her as he braced his hands on the mattress to either side of her.
Her whole body tingled, and her ears still rang from her orgasm. She gripped his shoulders and wiggled her hips as she waited for him.
He pressed himself against her center and moved his hips so his hardness slid up and down her sensitive flesh. She hissed out a breath before she spread her thighs wider and wrapped her fingers around his erection.
The sound he made was primal as she placed the head of his cock at the opening to her core. “Please,” she begged.
He met her gaze, then drove his cock deep.
She cried out at the sheer pleasure of him being inside her. He took her slowly at first, moving in and out at a pace that drove her crazy with need.
“More, Grady.” She wriggled beneath him and then moved her hips up to meet his at a faster pace.
He took her harder and faster, and she cried out with every movement he made. He thrust so deep and stretched her so fully.
Another orgasm built within her, rising toward a climax she knew would be out of this world.
In and out, harder and faster, deeper and more powerful with each thrust.
More, more, more.
She couldn’t get enough. Not nearly enough.
The raspy quality in every groan he made, and the intensity of every sound, drove her to the peak.
She came with a cry, thrashing beneath him as he continued taking her.
Her mind whirled, her body throbbed, and she felt like she was flying.
He shouted, a warrior’s cry as he conquered the woman he had just taken.
And then he wrapped his arms around her, rolling her into his embrace. He rested his chin on her head as he held her.
For a long moment, they both breathed hard, their chests rising and falling. He pulled the comforter up from the foot of the bed, and they snuggled beneath it.
Gradually, his breathing slowed, and hers did as well. He shifted her in his arms so that they faced each other, and he looked into her eyes. “You’re so incredible, Chelsea. I can’t believe I have such a wonderful woman in my life. I’ve never met anyone like you.”
She slid her fingers along his shoulder, their gazes still locked. “I feel pretty lucky to have met you, too.”
He stroked her hair behind her ear. “I know a good thing when I see it, and honey, you are amazing.”
She rested her head against his chest, feeling the sound of his heart beating against her ear, the beat in time with her own. The sound and the rightness of being in his arms lulled her to sleep.