SCARLET #4
“Do it for me.” His tongue painted my skin, his voice more like an animal’s growl. “Soak my hand, baby. Let me feel it.”
I could have screamed in relief when the tension finally broke, and I shattered around him. It was delicious, blissful, the pleasure rolling over me in a series of waves that made me writhe helplessly. Finally, he let go of my wrists, and my arms fell to my sides, my body limp with relief.
He was anything but limp. “I’m not finished with you yet.
” It was so easy for him to pick me up, place me on the soft bed, and remove the rest of my clothes.
I pushed up on my elbows to watch him strip down, my eyes traveling over his familiar but still exquisite body.
I had memorized every inch and still couldn’t get enough of his rippling abs and thick thighs, the way light played off the planes and ridges.
And he was all mine. All of him, body and soul. Love and lust were a strong cocktail, and I was drunk off of it by the time he lowered himself over me, taking one of my legs and draping it over his hip, making room for himself between my thighs.
He was rigid, dripping, his swollen head sliding through my sensitive, wet folds as his mouth and hands explored.
His helpless groans mingled with mine, louder when I indulged in the feel of his muscles moving under his skin.
I dragged my nails down his back before sinking them into his ass, pulling him closer, demanding while my head rolled from side to side on the cotton duvet.
“Is that what you want?” he whispered, lifting his head from my boobs, dark eyes blazing. Oh God, yes, that’s what I want to see. That fire, that heat, the passion burning inside him.
Getting up on his knees, he lifted my hips, lining me up with him.
We had stopped using condoms since I was on the pill, so there was nothing between us as he began slowly, teasingly working his way inside me.
Probing my entrance before pulling back, dragging out the torture until I held my breath, my whole body tensed in anticipation.
He chuckled darkly before ending the torment, holding me in place and pushing forward until he was inside me, where he belonged, where I always wanted him. “Oh fuck,” I moaned, closing my eyes to focus on the feeling of his thick shaft filling me up. “Yes, that’s good. So… good.”
“So fucking tight,” he groaned, fighting the way he always did against the impulse to let go, waiting until the urge passed before pulling back to slide in deeper so his wide head could stretch me again. It was enough to make my thighs quiver with every sure, deep stroke.
“Look at me,” he grunted, forcing my eyes open when he dug his fingers into my flesh, pressing to the point of pain. “I love to look into your eyes when you come on my cock.”
If he kept up the talk, it wouldn’t be much longer until I did just that.
There was nothing like this side of him, his magnificent body flexing and moving, the thin sheen of sweat covering his skin the longer he worked, the crunching of his abs, and the flexing of his biceps as he pulled me closer, moving me in time with his strokes.
Using my body, fucking himself with me. It was hypnotic, so hot, and soon I was lost in him and the magic we made together.
“Grayson,” I begged, planting my feet on the bed, using the leverage to move with him, to grind against his base, making him moan the way I did.
“Getting tighter.” Tendons stood out on his neck, and his skin flushed by the time he lost his rhythm, rutting now, racing to the end.
Letting go of my hips, he fell forward onto his forearms. This was how I liked it best. Close enough to inhale his cologne and sweat, to taste it on his skin while he moved inside me, on top of me, his body sliding against mine.
“Come with me,” I moaned, holding him closer as the tension grew until it threatened to break. “Come for me, Grayson.”
“Fuck… Scarlet…” Our bodies clapped together harder, faster until he slammed deep one last time and unlocked a primal scream that started in my curled toes and filled the room. I spasmed around him, filled with his warmth, crying out my release the way he did against my neck.
I meant it when I said I could live on this. The connection, the pleasure he brought to life in me, the thrill of giving myself over to him, knowing I would never regret it.
And loving the edge of danger he still possessed.
There was none of that in his dazed grin once he raised his head to look down at me. I raked dark hair away from his forehead before brushing my lips against it. “Forget being outdoorsy while we’re here,” I said with a breathless laugh. “I’d rather get my exercise this way.”
“You won’t get an argument out of me.” He squeezed me, growling suggestively before devouring my neck while I giggled and squirmed. How he still had the energy was a mystery I didn’t need to solve. I was too busy enjoying every second.
And after almost losing him, I had learned that every second counted.
And I planned to make the most of each one.