“Don’t look so self-satisfied,” I told him, still panting. “It’s annoying.”
“If anyone’s satisfied here, it’s you.”
“Are you saying you’re not satisfied?”
“On the contrary… hearing you admit you were mine was the most satisfied I’ve ever been.”
Scowling, I made like I was going to get off the bed and storm away. Only, at the last second, I changed course, rolling to his side of the bed and straddling him instead. My elbows planted in the pillows on either side of his head. My hair fell around our faces in a thick curtain. I slowly lowered my body onto his. Through his jeans, he was hard as stone, the rigid length of him throbbing with need.
“Let’s see if we can increase that satisfaction,” I whispered, rubbing myself against his cock, slithering down his body until my face was level with his zipper. My teasing fingers found the button. “Shall we?”
With a growl, Graham yanked me back up, then flipped me over onto my back. His arms caged me in, his eyes glittered with heat. “Playtime is over. I need to fuck you now, Gwen.”
“Patience is a virtue.” I nipped at his earlobe with my teeth, sucking it slowly into my mouth. His whole frame shuddered in response, as though his control was hanging by the most precipitous of threads. “Don’t make me beg.”
“Gwen…”
“I want you in my mouth, baby,” I breathed. “I want to play, just for a little bit.”
He groaned and pressed against me, his cock throbbing as my hands worked his zipper down.
“Then, I want you to fuck me until I forget my own name,” I continued. “I want you to fuck me until you forget yours, too.”
“Christ,” he muttered, rolling off me. For a panicked second, I thought he was going to walk away. A surge of heat rolled through me when I realized he was only shoving off his jeans.
“You can play later,” he informed me as his cock sprang free, bossy as ever. “Right now, I’m going to bury myself inside you because, baby, watching you come just now, then hearing you beg to suck me off and fuck you into oblivion… that’s about more than I can take without losing my fucking mind.”
Wowza.
When he settled back between my legs, I gasped at the feeling of him with nothing to separate us. Hard, huge… and mine.
All mine.
“Firecracker,” he said, his voice a low rasp of passion. “I don’t care if you forget your own name. So long as you don’t forget who you belong to.”
I had no chance to comment on the deeply possessive comment before he thrust into me, sheathing himself to the hilt, filling me until I thought I might shatter in two. Frankly, from that point onward, I was in no state to care about his possessive streak. My mind went blank as he began to move, his hips thrusting long and hard and deep, driving me slowly toward the edge of euphoria.
I wrapped my arms and legs around him, holding my body to his, wishing I could disappear inside his skin. Fuse myself to him irreparably, so this moment would never disappear. So we would never disappear.
“God,” Graham gasped, kissing me hard. “You feel so fucking amazing. Nothing in the world better than this. Right here. Inside you.”
I kissed him back, unable to articulate everything I was feeling. It was all I could do to hold on as his pace increased to a pounding, punishing rhythm that made me dizzy with need. I could feel another orgasm building deep within my core as the hollow ache he’d created inside me filled up with passion once more.
“Gwen,” he said, eyes locked with mine, the green bright enough to scald. “Come with me.”
“Y-yes.”
He drove deeper, so deep it bordered on painful, but in the best sort of way. My eyes pricked with tears, not from discomfort but from the sheer magnitude of what I was feeling. I was holding my breath, balanced on my tiptoes, standing on a tightrope, a hairsbreadth from plummeting into a swallowing abyss.
I could build a whole world around this feeling.
Around this passion.
Around this man.
The thought hit me the same moment my orgasm did.
“Are you there, baby?” Graham groaned.