Page 69 of Manhattan Heart

She falls into my kiss just like I do with hers.

My India tastes like nothing else on this earth.

She’s hot and spicy and always tastes of sex andneed.

A need I want to satiate.

I’ve always found her most fascinating in these moods. When her pupils blow out and she’s clawing at me to provide her pleasure.

I want my girl in the most basic, vital way which has nothing to do with sex, although it’s always amazing with India. I can’t stand the disconnect we’ve had going on. Close but not close. That isn’t us, it’s not the relationship we’ve made for ourselves and even now, I see her hazel eyes, more moss green than ever, watching me warily, looking for signs she’ll hurt me.

I hate that I’ve become something less to her.

I provide.

I protect.

I love.

That’s my job.

We’ve always joked about me being her sugar daddy, but it’s not far wrong when I think about it. Not monetary, she hardly lets me give her anything of worth.

But I’ve prided myself on providing India with all her emotional needs.

I never knew that primitive demand was in me until her, and now it’s all I think about.

What can I do to make her happy?

What does she require that I can do for her?

It’s caveman like and prehistoric, yet I’m never happier than when I know I’m the one she turns to.

With no knowledge of when this particular edge took form, I do know I didn’t behave this way with any other past relationship.

Not until my India and seeing to her wants, desires and little gorgeous whiny whims became my everything.

I look down at our pressed bodies. She’s so little in comparison to my wider frame. I take a hand to her flat belly and roll it up between the valley of her perfect tits. She complains they’re too big, but they’re just right for my hands, my mouth. I suck one nipple hard until my cheeks hollow, hearing her moan as she gets going.

It’s good she’s on top, that she’s climbed on me first.

Because all I want to do is laythe absolute fuckinto her, hard and relentless.

I want to taste her pretty pussy lips, suck them in until both are pink on my tongue. I want to watch my hard dick disappear into her throat until it makes her wet because she loves sucking me in. I long to hold her down and shove hard, but all that can wait while my girl is on top of me.

“Oh, God,” she full on gasps, completely seated so our pelvises are flush together, every inch of me locked inside of her. Holy fuck, it’s heaven on earth and my thumbs stall on her taut nipples just so I can catch a breath. She digs her nails into my shoulders at the same time I drop my hands and take hold of her rounded hips and she begins to rock herself up and down. “Let me do this . . . I want to do this, Grayson.”

Her eyes glaze and I know that look. She’s so in the moment with us that I can’t stand not rolling her over and taking her hard. I have to bite the inside of my cheek, hoping like hell I don’t lose it in three easy shoves.

“So fucking do it then, baby-girl. Let’s go.”

She chuffs a pleasured laugh and starts to rock.

Another second and I’m ready to fuckingexplode.

There’s never going to be a day that I don’t love this woman.

My amazing woman.

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