Page 154 of Divorced from Number Thirty-Eight
“Thank God,” I whisper as his cock springs free, wrapping my hand around it and desperate to taste him, I bend, sucking him deep, stroking fast.
Too fast.
Too frantic.
But he’s here and he’s hard and I’m…so damned needy.
His hands go to my armpits and he yanks me up.
I protest when I lose the hard length of him, but I get something better—Gray angling me so he can drag my underwear down. He tosses it to the side, settles me over him again.
“No,” he says when I reach for the bottom of the jersey, intending to remove it, his gorgeous green eyes blazing into mine, “leave it.”
I shiver.
But I leave it.
Then I’m wrapping my hand around him again, shifting forward.
The head of his cock rubs against my clit and I shudder, my orgasm already shockingly close.
“Inside,” he rasps as I rock again, rubbing at him, the reverberations of sensation through my body so damned good I don’t want to stop.
Only, I want him inside more.
So, I shift, angle him and?—
“Fuck,” Gray groans, head dropping back, the tendons on his neck standing out in sharp relief, his hands gripping my hips so tightly I may end up with bruises.
And I don’t fucking care.
Because he’s inside me, deep, filling me up.
I rock again, and it’s even better with his cock stretching me, his hardness grinding against all the right places.
“Faster,” he grunts, hands encouraging me.
And yeah, faster is good.
It’s great.
And when he starts rocking against me in turn, matching my rhythm, keeping me flush against him as he reaches between our bodies to tease my clit?—
“Gray!” I cry.
“That’s it,” he says, sweat on his brow, his hands clenching tight, his cock so damned hard inside me. “Come for me, Red. I’m close, baby. I need you to?—”
I explode, his name on my lips, my rhythm going jerky, my pussy?—
Clamping tightly around him.
He groans, bucking against me, drawing out my pleasure, and…
Finding his own, his gorgeous face as he comes apart the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
Or maybe…
Maybe that’s his face when I collapse on top of him and he rolls us both to the side, settling his hand on my jaw.
