Page 51 of Sighs By the Sea

"You don't have to—" I don't let him finish. I wrap my lips around the tip and slip my mouth down his perfect shaft. His muscular legs tense, and he gasps, then hisses, "Fuck, yes."

I make quick work of finding a rhythm. Every noise that escapes his lips notches up my pleasure until I'm humping the air. With one hand, I tug on his balls, and he groans, loud and long.

"Baby, you do that again, and I'll blow."

I do it again, and he stills. "No, baby. Not like this," he says and yanks his cock out of my mouth. I make a small sigh of protest as I wipe precum off my chin. He kneels in front of me. "Next time, I'll eat that pretty pussy until your cream covers my beard. But I need to be inside you."

The moment he said that word, my hand moved instinctively, rubbing furiously at my clit, until he yanks me up by my arm. "I want you, Maggie." He positions me roughly until I'm bent over the couch. "Hold on, baby."

I grip the leather cushion with all my strength, my entire body trembling with anticipation. His rough hand slides over my bare skin, and then there's a sharp sting as he slaps my ass. "That's for waking me up naked, you naughty woman."

I squeal in delight, and he smacks me again. "And that's for almost making me lose control in that gorgeous mouth of yours."

A rush of heat floods through me. He lands another smack. "And that one’s just for me." Then his body slams into mine, hard and fast, and I can't hold back the yelp that escapes. He immediately pauses. "You okay, baby?"

I nod, biting my lip to keep from crying out. "I'll stop if you need me to," he offers, his voice laced with concern. I shake my head vigorously. If he stops now, I might just keel over. His hips begin to move, slow and deliberate, his fingers kneading my skin. The way he squeezes and caresses sends the most delicious shivers down my spine.

"Maggie, you're so tight," he groans. I push back against him. "You’re so big, Gray." He slaps my ass again. "Not too big for you. Perfect." A satisfied hum escapes him, and he picks up the pace. I match him thrust for thrust, the intensity building with every movement.

"Harder, Gray," I moan, desperate for more. He complies, pounding into me with such force that my head taps the wall behind the couch. "Again!" I scream, lost in the rhythm. He drives into me like a man possessed, his grunts animalistic, primal. I almost expect to hear him howl.

"Yes, please, Gray."

"Get there, baby," he growls, his words encouraging me as he slams into me again, his body pushing me closer to the edge. My hand flies between my legs, frantically working my clit as he plunges deeper, over and over.

"I'm so close, Maggie. Almost there, baby," he pants, the pace becoming dizzying. But we’re in sync, his body moving with mine, driving us both to the brink. He roars, his fingers digging into my skin.

"Gray!" I scream as my body tenses. A jolt of pure ecstasy surges through me, blinding in its intensity as the world explodes in a riot of color. His release follows, hot and powerful, as he gasps out a choked sound, his movements slowing through a few final pumps.

"Fuck," Grayson mutters, collapsing onto my back, his body still twitching with the aftershocks. I clench around him, feeling the residual waves of pleasure.

"Fuck, indeed," I reply with a giggle.

"No, I mean…shit. I didn’t use a condom," he says, pulling out carefully.

I turn and sit on the couch, still catching my breath as I shake my head. "I’m on birth control, and I’m clean."

He flops down beside me, his hand covering his face in relief. "Thank fuck for that. I’m clean too. They did all the checks before releasing me, and I haven’t been with anyone since." Of course, I know that. I saw his release forms. But maybe it's not the right time to bring that up. Suddenly feeling insecure, I glance over at him. "What?" he asks, his eyes still closed.

"Nothing," I murmur. It’s funny how I can just go from something so intense to feeling unsure again. "I can feel you staring at me, Maggie."

I shift until my feet are tucked under me, leaning my head on the back of the couch. "Did you mean…what you said?"

A smile spreads across his face. "Did I mean that you're mine?" His eyes open, locking onto me. "Every fucking word."

I close my eyes, letting a small smile tug at my lips. "Good."

Grayson

I’m still snuggled up next to Maggie, pressing soft kisses to her neck from behind. She occasionally lets out a gentle moan, even though I know she’s half asleep. Admitting she’s mine has ignited a need to touch her—not just in a sexual way, but to make sure this is all real.

After we made love on the couch, we rinsed off together in the shower, where I made good on my promise to bring her to the edge again and again until she was screaming my name. That, of course, led to another round of passion in an actual bed—my bed. When we were finally spent, we curled up together and drifted off to sleep. Until her phone rang. Harry needs her back at work, two hours away from me. I don’t like that. Not one bit.

When she rolls over and smiles at me, a fresh wave of butterflies takes flight in my stomach.

“We should get up. I need to get back to LA,” she says.

“No.” I cup her breast and kiss the pulse point on her neck. She giggles and tries to push me away, but I only growl playfully and pull her closer.

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