Page 45 of Getting the Grinder
I get the rest of my clothes off in record time, taking satisfaction in the widening of her eyes when she sees my cock.
“I would’ve been so much nicer if I’d known you’re that big,” she says, a smile playing on her lips.
“Bullshit.” I grin back at her, lifting her back onto the island.
I peel her socks off one at a time and drop them to the floor. Her underwear goes next. She’s leaning back on her elbows, shivering slightly as my gaze roves over her.
“My fantasy come true,” I murmur. “You’re so beautiful.”
I bend, planning to bury my face between her legs, but a sharp pain in my knee makes me cringe and stop.
“Fuck. Sorry. It’s my knee.”
“Don’t worry about it.”
She’s off the island in an instant, taking my hand. “Take me to your bedroom.”
My condo is all on one level, so I lead her down the hallway to my bedroom, closing the door so Birdie can’t follow.
“Lie down.”
It’s a silken, seductive command. And even though I want to obey, I hate that she had to take over because of my injury.
“I can still fuck you,” I say. “You lie down.”
The room is dark, but there’s enough moonlight coming in around the blinds that I can see her unfastening her bra.
“Leo, lie down,” she says again. “Please.”
I shove the covers from my unmade bed and lie on my back, my cock throbbing with need as she gets on the bed and straddles me. She doesn’t wait for me—she lines the head of my cock up to her slick pussy and moves, moaning with pleasure when I’m not even halfway inside her.
I trail my fingertips down her stomach, sliding my thumb over her clit. She rocks her hips and takes more of me, my groan drowning out her moan.
“Do you like it?” she whispers.
“I fucking love it. Your body is the most incredible thing I’ve ever felt.”
I can’t tell if her cry as I sink deeper inside her is pleasure or pain. I hold on to her hips, supporting her but letting her set the pace.
“Fuck.” She moans as she starts riding me, her outline just visible in the room’s dim light.
I could come so fast, but I make myself hold on. Every one of my senses is steeped in hot, clawing desire for her. When she cries out my name, it’s all I can do not to grip her hips and drive myself into her as hard as I can.
This is what it feels like to be two halves of a whole. The soul-deep craving and satisfaction coursing through me isn’t something I could ever feel alone. I didn’t plan to let Mara past my walls, but I’m so fucking glad it happened.
“Oh my god.” She’s breathless, riding me hard and fast.
“Let me see it all,” I say, pressing my fingers into her hips harder. “Show me what you look like when you get that sweet pussy off on my cock, baby.”
“Oh, fuck, Leo.” She grinds into me even harder.
“Yeah, let go for me.” I grind the words out, barely holding on to the shred of control I have left.
She cries out again, so loud and primal I know she’s coming hard. I follow, groaning powerfully as I hold on to her hips and let myself go.
Still catching her breath, she moves off me and lies down on her back. “What just happened?”
There’s satisfaction and amusement in her tone. Fortunately, I don’t hear any regret.
