his cock, pale against its nest of dark chocolate curls, stood at attention. A bead of moisture glistened at its tip. She licked her lips and raised her eyes to meet his. His heated look scorched her.
“Are you sure this is what you want?” he asked in a strangled voice. Despite his obvious arousal, he was leaving the decision to her. It would have been easier if he’d taken command. This way left her no excuse.
His question increased her apprehension. Want? No, she screamed silently.
She didn’t want to want him. After al the pain and grief he’d caused her, how could she want him? No, she didn’t want this…she needed it, the release his body could give hers.
“Yes,” she said.
A smal smile touched his lips, and the tension radiating off his body vanished.
He took a step toward her.
When she tensed, he placed his palm against her cheek and looked into her eyes. “Trust me. I won’t hurt you.”
Looking into his eyes, she wanted to believe him. Wanted to feel what she’d felt al those years ago: pure, innocent love, untarnished by lies or deceit. But that time was long gone. Those feelings were long dead, the people who’d felt them long discarded. Whatever they shared now could be only physical. Lust: Yes. Sex: Hel , yes. Trust? Hel , no.
She stood in silent anticipation as he peeled away her clothing. She shivered.
Not from the cool air swirling over her bare skin, but from the heated look in his dark eyes. Her breasts swel ed. He leaned forward and captured one hard nipple between his lips and sucked. Wet heat sizzled through her. Her knees buckled. To keep from fal ing, she grabbed his shoulders, then gasped as he swung her into his arms and deposited her on the exam table.
He crawled up and over her. His cock brushed against the inside of her thigh where, slick and hot, moisture gathered. Desire churned in her bel y.
She reached up and pul ed his mouth to hers. Their tongues tangled in a silent battle, and she realized her control was an il usion. Under the assault of his hands, lips and tongue, rational thought deserted her. His lips left hers to trail down her throat. She arched her neck to grant him access. Breath shuddered out of her as he rol ed one aching nipple between his fingers and sucked the other into his mouth. The suction sent frissons of long forgotten sensation coursing through her, like the tiny bubbles in effervescent wine they tingled in her veins.
Need built the pressure inside her, need dammed up without release. Her skin felt supersensitized. Greyson stroked his fingertips down her chest and bel y and explored the indent of her navel. Lower, he combed through her damp curls. One finger moved past the hair and delved into the slick folds.
When he circled her clit, the surge of energy from the brief touch jolted her and she gasped. He tried to pul his hand away, but she grasped his wrist and held him there. She felt him grin against her breast.
Twisting her body, she flipped him onto his back, then rose on her knees and straddled his hips. Air cooled the heat on her breast, but the feel of his hard cock pressing against her pubic mound sent a surge of heat into her bel y. Though his cock throbbed, bouncing gently against her, and his breathing was rapid, he smiled.
Every nerve coiled in anticipation, but his command of his passion angered her. She wanted him as frantic for satisfaction as she. Desperate to take back control, to get what she needed from him, she lifted her hips over him and plunged downward.
She gasped at the smal spear of pain from his intrusion into her body. Years of going without had left her tight. Stil , unwil ing to wait for her body to adjust to his size, she rode him fast and hard.
Clasping her thighs with his hands, he met her stroke for stroke, pushing her ever upward. The bubbles in her blood turned to sparks of fire. Inside her an inferno raged, burning away the last of her reason, her doubts and her fears.
Nothing mattered but reaching this
“Are you sure this is what you want?” he asked in a strangled voice. Despite his obvious arousal, he was leaving the decision to her. It would have been easier if he’d taken command. This way left her no excuse.
His question increased her apprehension. Want? No, she screamed silently.
She didn’t want to want him. After al the pain and grief he’d caused her, how could she want him? No, she didn’t want this…she needed it, the release his body could give hers.
“Yes,” she said.
A smal smile touched his lips, and the tension radiating off his body vanished.
He took a step toward her.
When she tensed, he placed his palm against her cheek and looked into her eyes. “Trust me. I won’t hurt you.”
Looking into his eyes, she wanted to believe him. Wanted to feel what she’d felt al those years ago: pure, innocent love, untarnished by lies or deceit. But that time was long gone. Those feelings were long dead, the people who’d felt them long discarded. Whatever they shared now could be only physical. Lust: Yes. Sex: Hel , yes. Trust? Hel , no.
She stood in silent anticipation as he peeled away her clothing. She shivered.
Not from the cool air swirling over her bare skin, but from the heated look in his dark eyes. Her breasts swel ed. He leaned forward and captured one hard nipple between his lips and sucked. Wet heat sizzled through her. Her knees buckled. To keep from fal ing, she grabbed his shoulders, then gasped as he swung her into his arms and deposited her on the exam table.
He crawled up and over her. His cock brushed against the inside of her thigh where, slick and hot, moisture gathered. Desire churned in her bel y.
She reached up and pul ed his mouth to hers. Their tongues tangled in a silent battle, and she realized her control was an il usion. Under the assault of his hands, lips and tongue, rational thought deserted her. His lips left hers to trail down her throat. She arched her neck to grant him access. Breath shuddered out of her as he rol ed one aching nipple between his fingers and sucked the other into his mouth. The suction sent frissons of long forgotten sensation coursing through her, like the tiny bubbles in effervescent wine they tingled in her veins.
Need built the pressure inside her, need dammed up without release. Her skin felt supersensitized. Greyson stroked his fingertips down her chest and bel y and explored the indent of her navel. Lower, he combed through her damp curls. One finger moved past the hair and delved into the slick folds.
When he circled her clit, the surge of energy from the brief touch jolted her and she gasped. He tried to pul his hand away, but she grasped his wrist and held him there. She felt him grin against her breast.
Twisting her body, she flipped him onto his back, then rose on her knees and straddled his hips. Air cooled the heat on her breast, but the feel of his hard cock pressing against her pubic mound sent a surge of heat into her bel y. Though his cock throbbed, bouncing gently against her, and his breathing was rapid, he smiled.
Every nerve coiled in anticipation, but his command of his passion angered her. She wanted him as frantic for satisfaction as she. Desperate to take back control, to get what she needed from him, she lifted her hips over him and plunged downward.
She gasped at the smal spear of pain from his intrusion into her body. Years of going without had left her tight. Stil , unwil ing to wait for her body to adjust to his size, she rode him fast and hard.
Clasping her thighs with his hands, he met her stroke for stroke, pushing her ever upward. The bubbles in her blood turned to sparks of fire. Inside her an inferno raged, burning away the last of her reason, her doubts and her fears.
Nothing mattered but reaching this
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