Page 72 of Manhattan Heart

India

I dream I feel Gray moving inside me.

It’s heat and fullness and I hear my own moan gurgling up from my throat and I bend up and take more of him, to stay in this heavenly moment of bliss.

“Gray…” I sigh and that’s when I feel a hand around my throat. Gently holding and stroking and I feel a mouth touch the corner of my lip.

“There she is, wake up for me baby-girl.”

My eyes drowsily open and I blink to put Gray’s form into order as I see him on top of me. Smiling.

“Good morning,” his voice scratches sexily. I love his morning voice.

But it’s not his voice I focus on as my brain starts to come alive all at once and I notice the darkness of our bedroom with only slight shards of light breaking through the closed blinds. Next is the lovely heaviness of him on top of me.

That was the bliss feeling I was having in my dream.

His arms are stretched up above my head and that’s when I get the whole picture.

A moan starts in my throat and my eyes roll back for a second. “Grayson… are you giving me your dick while I’m asleep?”

His dick is definitely thick and solid inside me, filling me wall to wall.

He smirks wolfishly and kisses the edge of my lip again. “Just getting started.” He moves slowly, burying inside me until I’m so full.

Oh, goddamn.

I laugh and reach up to tangle my fingers through his already sex-fucked hair.

We had three amazing rounds of lovemaking last night before we each fell into an exhausted sleep. Had I known I would be woken up in the best, most erotic way possible, I might have set an alarm clock so I didn’t miss it.

The idea of Gray waking horny and climbing on top of me, opening my legs and inching his way into my wet body gives me the sexy chills and my nails find purchase on his strong shoulders.

“You are a dirty, dirty boy.”

Another slow push, it makes my legs twitch.

“You love me.”

“So much,” I answer instantly and wind both of my arms around his shoulders, bringing his body flush against mine. My legs follow by vining his waist so there’s not an inch of daylight between us. Gray gives me a harder thrust, we both groan together.

“My tight wife. Fuck, you feel good.”

“You feel better,” I moan, my face buries in his neck, smelling his masculine scent. He’s warm and strong and every muscle moves in tandem as he starts to take me strong and deep. The thrusts are slow at first, before powering into me harder until there’s no choice but to splinter apart. Gray follows right behind me and his panting is right next to my ear. “Baby… baby.” Is all I can say.

My brain is mush as my body goes through the stages of trembles.

We stay locked around each other for long minutes.

Lost in each other.

Finding each other again, though we were never truly without the other.

But this side of our relationship has always been solid and we’re reacquainting with our sensual beings again.

“I adore you,” he husks, kissing the side of my neck, with his two big hands holding my head. When he lifts his face, his eyes almost appear silver, drowsy and heavy with the spent lust we just ricocheted between us.

Gray did all the heavy work, I was just along for the magnificent ride.

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