I step closer, stealing the little bit of space that was between our bodies. Pressed together I can feel the heat of her body, the way her soft curves yield to my harder planes.
“What are you saying, Graycie-girl?” The question comes out as a desperate rumble.
Her hazel eyes meet mine and are filled with determination. “I want you to fuck me, Turner. Take all my thoughts again. Steal them and obliterate me.”
“Fuck,” the word is ripped from the depths of my chest, all feral growl.
I step back slightly from her, grip her hips, and spin her until her plump ass is pressed against the hard ridge of my cock. My nose skims up the length of her neck before I nip at her earlobe and grind out, “Strip and then get on your hands and knees, Angel. I’m gonna fuck you just like you need.”
She shivers in my arms, but when I step back, she jumps into action. Her limbs are a blur, and I could kick my own ass for not instructing her to take her time so I could enjoy the show. But when I strip down, slower, my cock is damn glad to be freed just as she climbs onto the bed.
My hand slides along the curve of her ass and then up her spine. “Ass up,” I groan and press down between her shoulder blades, “face down.”
Her thighs are coated in her arousal as I slide the head of my cock up and down her slit. When her hips wiggle, I hold her down against the mattress, not giving her room to move. I make a humming sound filled with satisfaction and watch as a blush climbs up the delicate skin of her neck.
As I tease her with the tip of my dick, up and down her slick pussy lips, my words wash over her. “Do you think I haven’t noticed? How your pussy sucks up all my cum? I ignored it before, knowing the risks, hoping the risks would find us and hold, but now you need to know.”
I push the crown of my cock inside her, just the tip, and she tries to move her hips to take more of me. My hold on her won’t allow it. After pulling back out, I slide back up and down her slit, loving the way my woman moans underneath me.
“If I have my say, you’ll be carrying my baby before you fall asleep tonight,” I growl the words and slam home.
I fill her to the hilt, soaking up the way she gasps and tries to angle her hips to take me deeper. My other hand grips her hip, and I can only hope I leave small fingerprint bruises behind.
Proof of my claiming.
“Turner,” her moan is a keening sound that goes straight to my balls.
Her pussy squeezes around me, getting wetter with every stroke of my length inside her. She comes alive under my hands and it’s a fucking sight to see. I think it’s why I can’t get enough of her.
She’s uninhibited, all uncoordinated abandon and passion. I would sell my soul just to get close to it, to touch the living thing inside of her that makes everything so much more.
But I don’t have to sell my soul, I just have to tie mine to hers.
Always.
I have to tip my head back, unable to look at the way her ass bounces against my pelvis every time I’m buried deep inside her. It’s too fucking good. I’m going to blow way too fucking early.
My hand gripping her hip slides around her body and down to her sweet pussy. I find her clit with ease, the bundle of nerves begging for my attention. Graycie makes the best fucking sounds when she’s right on the edge.
And I need her to get there.
I fuck her hard, but keep my strokes measured. My balls slap against my fingers as I circle her clit and my woman’s start to shake.
“That’s it,” I praise her. “Come all over my cock so I can fill you with my cum. Your body is craving it, addicted to it,” my lip curls up as I growl the words.
Needing her to come.
Needing to fill her up.
Just when I think I can’t hold on another second, she turns her head slightly and muffles her scream as her body locks up before shuddering, the walls of her pussy tightening around my cock and milking me. I let out a long groan of pure satisfaction as I bury myself as deep as I can go and unload inside of her.
We’re both panting as we ride out the feeling of being one. It’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before. Maybe because it always had to be her.
My hands roam over her body, caressing her, making sure she knows I’m here, we’re here, and this is real. Because I need the reminder just as much as she does. I need to feel her skin under my calloused fingers.
Waking up to find out she’s just a dream is my biggest fear, the nightmare at the edges of my mind. But she’s real. She’s solid.
And she’s here in my bed.