Page 85 of Lure

“No,” I said, answering the question as I stroked him from base to tip and down again. The steel length of him was even hotter against my palm. “Just need this…” I arched upward and tugged my panties to the side so I could tease his cock against me.

I was already soaking, but that just ignited a whole other level of need in me. His breath came in faster pants and his hands flexed against me but he didn’t change our position or urge me to go faster.

The slow rub of his tip along my labia to my clit then back again added more slickness to him or maybe it was to me. I couldn’t look away for a moment.

Fair was fair though, so I grappled with some sanity long enough to ask, “Do you need a bed?”

“Absolutely the fuck not, Gracie-girl. I need to be in you though… so whenever you’re ready.”

We seemed to stay there, suspended in that moment when need and desire collided and I sank down. The feel of him impaling me was everything. I tilted my head back, the intimacy almost too damn much but then his hand was in my hair again and he dragged my gaze to his.

“All of me, Gracie,” he ordered. “Take every single inch.”

That was a command I was more than happy to follow.

Chapter

Thirty-One

GRACE

The moment he filled me, the need transformed into urgency and the fist of his grip keeping me focused on him only seemed to kindle a kind frantic craving. I surged up to rock against him only to have him seize my hips and drive me down again.

Our mouths collided. We both seemed to abandon the earlier gentleness. Our kiss was all teeth, tongue, and heat. Gasps of breath left him to fill my lungs even as he took the air from my mouth.

He dragged my sports bra upward but it was only to push it out of the way so he could fill his hands with my breasts. The combination of massage and teasing twists had me clenching around him.

Shifting a hand back into my hair, he demanded I arch my back as I tilted my head back. The position was a strain and it made keeping pace with riding him a challenge. Sweat slicked over my skin from both the angle he kept me at and the slam of his cock filling me.

It was difficult to maintain my rhythm then he sucked one of my nipples against his teeth and I forgot how to breathe. With one hand on my hip and the other in my hair, he guided me up and down even as he sucked, nipped, and teased one nipple before kissing a wet path to the other.

I thrust my fingers into his hair. The thickness of it teased my skin as he nibbled a slow circle on my breast. Then he sucked a hard bite against the curve of it and I swore it sent a bolt of pure lust through me that had me clamping down on his dick.

“Fuck,” I whispered, the curse falling from my lips as he shoved it free with another rock of our hips. Oh, hell, he was lifting his hips and driving himself into me as he seemed to gorge on my breasts. I teased my nails over his scalp and just when I thought I might lose my mind, he hauled me back to him and kissed me.

An explosive moan escaped me as he increased the speed of our coming together. The friction of his cock hitting me deep and my breasts rubbing against his chest just amplified the dizzying tension spiraling through me. It was wanton and desperate, even as the way he teased at my lips took on a kind of heady sweetness.

“AB,” I gasped out each letter in between kisses. But there was no evading the utter possession of his mouth as he locked me into place so he could drill upwards. Every strike seemed to press my pelvis into his and he moved a thumb down to add more pressure to my clit.

I was going to fly apart. It was almost too damn much. I lost the thread of what I was doing as my thoughts collapsed. We were nothing but sensation and straining bodies, hot breath, and frantic hearts, and more. The hunger was real, I wanted him so damn much.

Then the pressure splintered and the pleasure threatened to drown me. I couldn’t escape his contact. The added pressureof his fingers as he pushed upward, filling me on every stroke ripped cry after cry from me.

“Too much,” I strained to say, but his mouth swallowed every word. The world went white, and his hips stuttered before he swore. Heat spiraled through my belly as he came. Feeling his release just added another dimension to the impression of him.

Burned into my flesh, molded into my body, and filling me up. His shoulders were slippery when my hands fell to them and I sagged, damn near boneless as he grunted again, another half-jerk and his cum soaked between us as it slid down.

His heart seemed to be racing as fast as mine. His breathing was damn near as ragged. “When I said swim…” I managed to push out the single syllables between gasps of air. “I meant getting wet in the pool.”

“Sure,” he answered in an equally wrecked voice. “But I like being inside of you, where you’re wet and you vise around my cock so goddamn sweetly.”

A shudder raced up my spine and my nipples went taut even as my toes curled. I was still spasming around him, little aftershocks chasing through my system as he traced his fingers up my spine.

“We didn’t actually get to the taking all our clothes off.”

“You’re right,” he murmured, mouthing a kiss to my shoulder. “Give me a minute.”

It was my turn to pat him. The sun spilled over us and it warmed my skin where it reached. Everything else was comfortably snug against him. I wasn’t even sure what he meant. Honestly, I probably could have drifted off right there but a few minutes, or maybe it was a few hours later, he moved and lifted me with him.

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