Rose smiled over her shoulder at him. The back of the dress went very low, falling well below her waist. It was probably scandalous for Fairwick Falls, but she felt thankful for wearing it right now.
Gray’s hands landed hot on her skin as his fingers curved inside her dress. His fingers traced their way up from her hips, gently moving along the sides of her back. “We’re going to stop right here.” He placed a kiss on her bare shoulder. His lips trailed along her spine, and his hands crept under the sides of the dress, running along her ribs, until he found her breasts.
Rose leaned back against him, needing more of him. His fingers roughly grasped her, squeezing her tight against him, and she wound her hands up through his hair. He teased her, circling and pulling her nipples as need pooled in her pussy.
“I want twenty-three more years of you. Of your perfect tits,” he growled in her ear.
She pressed against him, feeling every hard inch of his cock pressing against her ass.
He stepped back and slowly unzipped her dress, pushing it past her hips so it fell to the floor. She stood in her heels, and little else, and his hands roamed her backside, tracing her curves and lingering in the dips and valleys.
He pressed her back to him, his mouth landing at her ear while his hand made its way down her back, over her ass, as his foot edged her leg out to spread her legs. “Arch your back for me, honey.”
Honey. She’d do anything for him. His hand curved under her, and he slipped a finger inside her wet pussy, spreading her from behind. “I’ve dreamed about taking you in every room of my house. Fucking you against any door I can.” He whispered in her ear as she felt a rush of wetness and wanting inside her.
“Spreading you out on the kitchen island and licking every inch. Seeing you hold our headboard as you ride my face.”
Our headboard. God, she wanted all of that immediately. Yesterday. Always.
He pulled out his fingers and wrapped his arm around her to reach her clit. His fingers traced slow, lazy circles around it. She heard a mewl. Had it been her? Desire curled through her, and she’d do anything he wanted at that moment as long as he didn’t stop.
He turned her around suddenly, a wolf-like smile on his face. His mouth was on hers, and his hands fisted in her hair. She tugged on his shirt to feel his chest and ran her hands against his abs.
He was rock hard against her. She needed more.
His hands grabbed her ass territorially as he backed her up against the door. She loved being taken, made his. Her hands slowly unbuckled his belt, rubbing him as she went. He nipped her shoulder as she grabbed his cock.
“Show much how much you want it, honey. How much you want this cock in you.” With one hand, she stroked him and pushed the end of him against her wet panties, now soaked. She pushed them to the side so he could feel how wet she was as she stroked him.
Their tongues danced, and he barely breathed as she slid the end of his cock around her clit, seeking the barest of touches and teasing him with the delicious feeling. A growl rumbled from him, and Rose saw his eyes go feral. He pulled a condom out of his pocket and sheathed himself in it in record time.
He yanked her to him for a crushing kiss, stealing her breath. She felt his full strength as he strained her against him. She wrapped one leg around him, and he lifted her up to wrap the second around him, needing him as close to her as possible for more friction.
He lifted her up, his mouth never leaving hers. She ripped off the rest of his shirt. She needed his skin against hers. He hooked her leg under his arm and pressed her against the door, spreading her legs and sending jolts of need straight down.
He sank into her to the hilt, his body pressed against her. They stilled at that moment, savoring it.
“God, I love you.” He was breathless, straining to keep himself back.
Her heart could burst from wanting him in every way. “I love you more.” She smiled through her grinding need. “Now fuck me like you still hate me.”
His eyes turned dark, and a fierce grin broke his face in two. “I love it when you’re a brat.” He thrust hard into her, pushing her up the door. “Now, take all of this cock into that tight little pussy.”
Yes.
“Harder,” her head rolling back to the door as she clenched around him.
“I will break this fucking door down with how much I want you. Grab one of those perfect tits for me, honey.”
Holy hell, she wasn’t going to last long. She grasped her breast and squeezed as his eyes scored her body with heat.
“You know what I want. Show me.” He thrust into her again and again.
She pinched her nipple hard, twisting it, and moaned at the possessive look in his eyes. He’d eat her up, and she’d enjoy every minute.
He leaned up to capture her mouth in a long, slow kiss. “Good girl.” He slammed into her again, his hips grinding against hers as goosebumps ran down her arms. Each trying to wring more pleasure than the other. The sound of their breaths and moans mixing together made Rose’s blood rush, and she felt the delicious build-up crest inside of her.
His hand wrapped around the back of her neck possessively as he increased his speed, a torching heat building inside of her.