He sat back and pulled her with him, and suddenly they were sitting on the bed, her legs locked at the small of his back while she straddled his parted thighs, fucking in the most delicious way, his cock sliding all the way inside her.
She moaned like crazy, bumping up and down over him, and when she climaxed she forgot all about the touching and wrapped her arms around him and clawed at his scalp, glorying in the feel of his delicious silken hair shifting between her fingers.
The shuddering waves of orgasm had barely subsided when Graves easily flipped her over, facedown.
He snapped off a condom, and she could see him roll on another one. When his big hand cupped her ass, her womb contracted in arousal again. In silence, he pulled her up to her hands and knees on the bed, and a soft needy whimper tore from her lips when she realized he was going to take her again. From behind.
He made a low, animal-like sound when he
spread her cheeks apart with his hands, and she could feel him eyeing her hungrily from the back. Her pussy watered again, moist and hotter than fire. He slipped a hand between her legs, touching her clit and spreading her labia open, as though making sure she was wet enough to take him again.
She was.
“Do you mind this position, Chloe?” he huskily asked, inserting a probing finger inside her.
“No…” She squirmed so that he hurried. “Do you like it like this?”
“Yeah.” He stroked the silky, smooth flesh of her buttocks with his hands, then palmed them, squeezed them. “Mainly because I love your ass and I want to see while I fondle it.”
A shudder of delight racked through her. Now, it was as if claiming every inch of her was a priority to Graves, and she trembled with the need to be claimed like this, too. She wanted to be claimed in every way possible.
He scraped his erection across her entrance, teasing her folds with the head. Chloe soaked herself again and opened wider for him, spreading her thighs apart, and then he held her by the hips, nudged his cock past her pussy lips, and swiftly impaled.
Chloe’s eyes drifted shut as she cried out, “Graves.”
He felt enormous inside her, stretching her to the limits.
He groaned. “You said you were ready for me. I hope to God you didn’t lie.”
“I’m so ready,” she gasped, tossing her head back with a moan. “Please don’t hold back.”
“I won’t, damn you, you feel too good.”
Chloe braced herself up on her elbows and kept her ass up in the air, and the angle of her hips sent the blood rushing to her head, then back to her pussy as he started pounding and stroking her walls with every glorious, sliding thrust.
Her breasts jiggled, and suddenly she realized she was completely exposed to him in this position. She could feel his gaze like a caress on her behind, and his hands seemed to follow as they stroked across her ass, then went slowly around her waist. He gently caressed her pussy, still pumping her from behind, still holding her hips in one large, firm hand.
He leaned over and set his mouth on her nape, breathing hard against her ear. He slid the hand from her waist up to fondle her breasts, alternating between them. Little whimpers of arousal tore from her throat as he played with her nipples.
“This way I’m the one who touches you,” he said huskily as he licked her ear. “And teases you. And watch your lovely ass lift up to me as I fuck you.”
“Yes,” she cried.
With a low, guttural sound, he held her hips in both hands and rammed into her without mercy, his every effort now on his hips and the powerful slide of his cock into her snug grip. Chloe was drowning in pleasure, her every nerve and cell in her body attuned to Graves and only Graves. Nothing else existed but him. Inside her. Fucking her like mad. Making her teeth almost knock together.
“You look beautiful, Chloe…so damned beautiful I’m going to fuck you again after I’m done…”
He pumped harder, gaining momentum, his fingers digging into her waist as he drove her faster and faster to that tornado of pure white pleasure.
When that powerful orgasm slammed her full-force, Graves folded over her body and sank his teeth into her neck and suckled her until she almost yelped in a delicious werewolf-like claiming, trembling in his arms as he buried deep and shuddered with her, and then Chloe went limp and whispered his name in utter lazy gratitude.
This time she hardly remembered anything after. Except that when they lay back on the bed and she was dozing off to sleep on her side, Graves was cooing words into her ear, his hand coasting all down the length of her side, and his cock still inside her.
Graves watched Chloe’s naked sleeping form from a chair by the window, feeling a warm little buzz of pleasure crackle all over him, a buzz of complete male thrill and satisfaction that he had never felt with a woman before. He was aching to claim her again but would feel like an asshole if he disturbed the little sleep she’d been able to get.
He’d never in his life slept with a woman before. He wanted to go there and lie next to her and watch her sleep from up close, but he’d never done that, either. He felt big and full inside his bones, like he didn’t fit inside himself anymore. God, she was so beautiful, he’d sleep in a chair as long as she stayed and slept in his bed forever.
They’d been at it all night and she was tired. She’d sucked his cock so well he’d come within two minutes and then he’d made her come twice just to show his appreciation. But he was afraid he would wear her down, was afraid he was too…obsessed with her. Touching her, tasting her, aching to goddamn kiss her.