Taking his cues off of him, Liv reached between her legs and began rubbing her clit.
“No, that’s mine,” he gritted out as he dropped to his knees between her legs.
His possessive statement nearly put her up and over the edge. She’d never had a man claim any part of her before, much less her most intimate part. Just like watching him stroke himself, it was working for her.
She was already so close to exploding that when his fingers slid between her folds her hips jerked up. When they did, Grady placed one hand on her and pressed her hips into the mattress before he covered his mouth over her sex. His tongue slid up and down her seam before finding its way to her clit. He began flicking her nub as his fingers rubbed her entrance.
Her hands fisted the comforter as she writhed beneath him. Her core was throbbing in what felt like Morse Code saying that she wanted him inside of her. Thankfully, he was able to decipher the message because he pushed his finger inside of her as he suckled her pebbled button.
His tongue and finger working in tandem was the Golden Ticket to Willy Wonka and the Orgasm Factory. Her eyes shut as her climax crashed into her like a runaway train hitting a brick wall. It rocked her to her core, demolishing any walls she’d put up to keep herself safe.
Wave after wave of her release crested and then crashed over her. She was drowning in bliss and instead of fighting it, she surrendered to it completely. For the first time in her life, she allowed herself to completely let go. To trust. To freefall into pleasure. Because for the first time in her life, she was with someone that she trusted to catch her.
* * *
Grady wasn’t sure what had come over him. He hadn’t meant to be so aggressive, demanding she spread her legs and telling her that her body was his, but something about the way she’d said that they were fake dating had made him want to claim her. To brand her as his. To show her that nothing about this was fake.
Nothing about this was fake...for him.
When he’d tried to tell her that it wasn’t fake, she’d assumed he was talking about his erection. Which might be for the best. He didn’t want to scare her off by revealing too much, so instead he decided to show her just how real he felt.
Grady continued licking and fingering her until her body went limp, lapping up all of her juices as aftershocks reverberated through her. When her limbs finally relaxed, he reluctantly left his post from his new favorite place on earth, which was his face between her thighs, and grabbed a condom from his wallet. It had been close to a year since he’d needed one so he was glad when he found that he still had one on him. He also hoped that he’d be able to last. Not only because of the length of time it had been but also because he felt as worked up as he had his first time.
That’s what Liv made him feel like. Like he was a teenager again.
Liv’s eyes fluttered open as he rolled the protection on. When she saw what he was doing her legs spread farther apart. The visual invitation only served to amp up his arousal sending a surge of blood flowing to his shaft. His balls tightened against his body and for a split second he worried he’d come so prematurely he wouldn’t even make it to the main event. That had never happened to him, not even in his hormonal youth.
To his great relief, it was a false alarm and he managed to get his body under control. Once he knew he wasn’t going to embarrass himself, he climbed back on the bed and positioned himself between her legs. Her hands roamed his back as he slid his engorged head against the seam of her sex. Each pass he glided was smoother as her body lubricated him with arousal.
Her nails dug into his shoulder blades as her hips tilted up. “Please,” she whimpered.
Urgency rushed through him at her request. With one hand on her hip and his other guiding his dick, he pushed slowly past her folds and entered her tight canal. Sweat broke out on his forehead as her body clamped around him. He continued driving into her in small intervals, allowing her body to adjust. The pace confused his dick and it began throbbing painfully, demanding that he speed things up. But he ignored his body. If he gave himself what he wanted, he didn’t think he’d last thirty seconds.
Liv wrapped her arms around his neck, hugging him closer to her. Her puckered nipples brushed against his bare chest. As incredible as it felt being inside of her, he also loved feeling of her skin against his with no barriers between them. Their bodies pressed to one another, fusing together was somehow even more pleasurable.
Sex had always been a physical act for Grady. He’d cared about the women he slept with but being with Liv was a totally different experience. He craved her. He wanted every part of her. He wanted to give her every part of him.
And that’s exactly what he did. He sank into her until he was embedded deep inside of her. Her arms squeezed him as she whispered against his ear, “You feel so good.”
Grady wanted to return the sentiment, but he couldn’t speak. He was too overwhelmed by what he was feeling, and not just physically. His emotions might be even stronger than the intense pleasure coursing through his body.
He stuck with his plan to show her how he felt and began to move in measured strokes in and out of her. Each time he drove back into her she gasped as her inner walls pulsed around his straining shaft, enveloping him in tight, slick heat. Her body milked him enhancing the pressure and friction of their coupling.
Using every bit of self-control he had, he managed to keep his orgasm at bay until he felt Liv’s thighs shaking against his hips and she cried out against his neck. Then he let go. When he did, his carnal ache morphed into a feverish rush of erotic oblivion electrifying every cell in his body.
He’d heard of orgasms being called little deaths, but he’d never felt so alive. It felt like every moment of his life had just been leading to this. He was exactly where he was supposed to be and who he was supposed to be with.
Nothing had ever felt so right.