Page 60 of Endeavor

Once I’m free of all my clothes, he steps forward again. I don’t move this time. He comes up close to me, and I feel his erection against my belly.

“Are you sure you want to…” He trails off as he runs a hand over my hip.

“Yes,” I whisper.

He leans down and presses his lips to mine and it’s like he’s unlocked something. I wrap my arms around his neck and hop up, wrapping my legs around his waist. One of his hands comes under me, supporting my weight as our tongues seek and explore. I start rubbing my core against him and he groans, but I don’t stop, I need more. I’ve been starved of this feeling for far too long.

I feel him move us and then I’m falling as he slowly lowers us onto my bed.

I release my monkey grip around him and sink to my mattress, letting his weight press me firmly down.

His hands begin to explore me, my breasts, my thighs. He places his knee between my legs, forcing my legs to separate. I spread them wider, wanting to feel him there.

His movements become languid and relaxed as he skims the flesh on the inside of my thigh. I squirm, wanting to feel him between my legs.

“Don’t rush it. We have all night,” he murmurs as he lays wet kisses on my neck. I arch up and he leans down, biting the top of my breast before sucking on a nipple. I moan.

His hand begins to inch farther up and my entire body trembles with anticipation as a single finger finds my core. He strokes me there, spreading my wetness.

“Don’t stop,” I plead as I arch again, seeking more of his touch.

He doesn’t speak, just continues to kiss my body as one finger slides inside me. My head falls back against my pillow at the overwhelmingly amazing feeling. He adds a second finger, working it in slowly, spreading me open.

“Fuck, I can’t wait to be inside you,” he groans in between kissing me.

I blindly reach over to my nightstand, fumbling with a drawer. I had been so wrapped up in the idea of sex with Grady that I may have bought condoms last week.

I toss one at him and he stops, glancing down to see the small foil packet. He grins at me.

“Well, aren’t you the Girl Scout,” he laughs, but his face quickly morphs to one of pleasure as I reach out and grip his cock. He rips open the packet and makes quick work of the condom.

He braces himself over me and I spread my legs more, making room for him. I’m surprised when instead of slamming into me, he leans down and kisses me, a gentle kiss and leisurely kiss, exploring every inch of my mouth as my pelvis seeks to find his erection. He grins against my lips.

“Hungry for something?”

I pout, and he chuckles. “Don’t worry, my little investigator, I’m going to give you just what you need.”

And with those words, he slowly sinks inside me, inch by inch as my eyes roll back into my head with the exquisite feeling of being stretched to the point of burning.

He pulls back a little once he’s fully seated in my hot channel and then slams home and I cry out from the slick sensation of him inside me. I thrust up to meet him and we find our rhythm, our bodies slapping together, his pelvis grinding into my clit. The sensations are almost too much, but I need more. I’m chasing my release, chasing the pinnacle I need to reach.

“Don’t stop,” I cry out as I grip his back. I know I’m going to leave claw marks on him but right now I don’t give a fuck. I’m a crazed woman who just needs her release.

And it’s like he reads my mind, his thrusts become harder and faster, his body rubbing everywhere I need. He’s lighting up every single nerve ending, and when I don’t think I can take a single second more, he grabs under my knees and pulls my legs, slamming into me deeper, and that does it. I scream his name as my entire body trembles beneath him, my muscles undulating around his erection, stroke after stroke.

Somewhere in the midst of my orgasm, I feel his cock stiffen and pulse and his voice calls my name, but I’m too far gone to be aware of his release, too far over that line into a world of ecstasy that only comes with amazing sex.

And then, I’m sinking. Every muscle in my body in complete and total relaxation. Grady doesn’t move for a long moment, the feeling of his still pulsing cock inside me is almost too much and still not enough. Our breaths slow and he leans down and presses a kiss to my lips.

“That was just as good as I imagined it would be,” he murmurs in between kisses.

“That was…clearly my former boyfriends didn’t know how to properly use that appendage,” I muse in my postcoital haze.

Grady laughs and I can feel it inside me. I groan.

“Fuck,” I moan.

He pulls out of me and tosses the condom into a nearby trash can before pulling me back against him. I snuggle into his hard, muscled body.

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