Page 52 of Gravity
He had a bottle of lotion with him, and I watched over my shoulder as he straddled my thighs and poured some into his palms. He blew me a kiss as he rubbed his hands together.
My thoughts liquified when he began to massage me. I groaned loud enough that Valery and Etienne probably heard through the walls. If Hunter ever needs to find a job outside the NHL, he could be the world's best masseur. I have never felt my body unwind like this. Never felt someone touch me so reverently and delicately at the same time, or find the exact places I have carried hidden hurts and so effortlessly release each one. My shoulders, my spine, my hips. Even my arms, all the way down to my elbows, my wrists, each individual finger. He turns me inside out until I'm boneless, and he kisses the skin above my shoulder and slides his fingers into mine as he lays himself on top of me.
He's hard. His cock is a firm and heavy weight against my ass, and it slides between my cheeks as he glides forward, almost as if he can't stop himself. “Bryce…” His breath shivers as it slips through my hair.
I've dreamed about this. I've dreamed about him, like this, on top of me. His hips against mine, his cock between my ass cheeks. I arch my back and push against him, and his cock moves deeper, his head catching on my hole. Our faces press together when I throw my head back, and his gasping exhale brushes across my lips.
“Don't stop,” I whisper. “S'il te plaît, mon coeur.”
Hunter is shaking. His nose nuzzles my hair and my temple. “Do you— Do you want—”
“Mais oui.Oui, I've wanted you like this for so long. Hunter,s'il te plaît.”
He squeezes my hands so hard I feel my bones shift. He kisses me everywhere, his lips like rain on the side of my face, the back of my neck. He's whispering my name over and over. “Bryce, Bryce, Bryce.”
My heart is racing, my pulse banging from my toes to the tips of my fingers. I spread my thighs and get my knees beneath me to push myself up. I arch my back, and—
Suddenly, I'm open to him. Open in a way I've never been with anyone else.
Hunter exhales, and he digs his forehead into the center of my back.
We'll need our hands if we're going to do this. Reluctantly, we let go of each other. I fist the bedspread as his fingertips trace a path down my ribs and my hips, then between my ass cheeks. His finger circles my hole. His touch,calisse de crisse—I'm outside myself for a moment, my soul separating from my atoms as my eyes roll back.
Hunter's lips find the curve of my spine. “I've never done this before.”
“Non, me either.” We are each other's first man. Everything we've done together has been a discovery.
“I've been reading about it.” Hunter's voice is shivering midnight. Darkness that caresses my body. Kisses laid directly against my bones. “I've imagined this so many times.”
Mon Dieu, he's been imagining this? Making love to a man? Making love tome?
The lotion pops open again. My legs are shaking. My knuckles are white where I'm grasping the bedspread. He takes the time to warm the lotion in his hands before he slides a slick finger against me—
Inside me.
I groan, and I cannot stop the sound.Mon Dieu, I hope Valery and Etienne are already asleep, because how on Earth will I be able to keep quiet? If this is how Hunter is already making me feel—like I'm melting from within, like he's burning me with his touch, like I'm about to rocket across the sky—how will I be able to handle when he gives me everything?
Tabernak, I may not survive this.
He slides another finger inside me, opening me, but I need more. I need his touch, his body, his lips. I need everything he is to be a part of everything I am. I'm needy, desperately needy, and I arch into his strokes. “Mais oui,Hunter,plus de plus.” I'm babbling, English long gone, French falling from me in gasps and breathy sighs. “Oui, mon coeur. Je te veux. Je te veux.”
He curses. His fingers vanish, and I'm left empty, gasping, my forehead on my arms. I hear the lotion pop open again, feel a sudden slickness against my skin. Hear him pour more into his hand, and then his strangled gasp as he strokes his cock.
His knees are against the inside of my knees. His thighs against my thighs. His cock against my—
He leans over me and rests his cheek on my shoulder, and he threads our fingers together as he kisses the back of my neck. “Je suis à toi,” he whispers.
I want to say it. The words are inside me. They've been inside me for a while now, desperate to get out.Je t'aime de tout, mon coeur. But I swallow those words, and instead, I say, “Tu es tout pour moi.” You are my everything.
Another kiss, and then he'sthere, rightthere, his cock at my hole. And he's pushing in. His face is against mine, and we're breathing together, then not breathing, and we're holding each other's hands so tightly we might break each other because he is sliding inside me—
Heat and ice flare. Raw electricity dances across my nerves. A ragged scream rips out of me, lost in the pillow I'm biting. I'm flying and falling, and I can't breathe, I can't think. Hunter is inside me,mon Dieu. We're together, all the way together, and every dream I had about this pops and vanishes. Reality—him, this moment, this feeling—is a million times more powerful. More amazing.
We are both vibrating. He's pressed against me from his thighs, to his hips, to his chest, to his cheek nuzzling against my hair. He's saying something, but my world has ruptured and I can't hear a thing. My fingers flex around his.
He keeps his hard length buried inside my ass. The fullness boils my thoughts. My mind heaves, then collapses. He's wrapped around me so tightly I can feel his heart pounding. “Are you okay?” he asks.
I can't speak. I nod instead, open-mouthed, jerky puffs of breath as I pull away from the pillow and press my face against his arms, his bicep, the side of his face. I feel him shiver. And then—
