Page 19 of Sweetheart and the Grouch
It’s like a growl and a scream. I feel her teeth press into my palm as her walls go tight around my fingers, clit pulsing against my tongue as she explodes, bucking wild like she’s the cowgirl and my face is the bull she’s riding.
“Fuck, you taste good,” I rasp, tearing my face away only long enough to say that before I pull my hand from her mouth and grab hold of her hips, licking and sucking and greedily drinking until her hands are against my forehead and she’s crying out ‘enough’.
“Too much?” I ask, swiping my hand across my lips to clear away the glorious mess of her juices as I lift my head.
“Not enough,” she practically growls as her fingers spear into my hair and tug. “I want more. I want you inside me. Now.”
“Oh, she’s bossy when she’s horny?” I pull back, nipping the inside of her thigh as I push off the bed and shove my jeans down past my hips. “This what you’re after?” I hold my cock in my hand, gripping the sensitive skin hard enough to warn it not to blow too quickly. I’m running on a hair’s breadth of control here, and there’s no way I’m letting my release go until I’m deep within her walls.
“Yes. Please. I need you to fuck me, Ajax.”
“Well, when you put it so nicely,” I say, climbing back onto the bed with her. “How can a man possibly refuse?”
She smiles up at me, so sweet and sultry as I position myself over her that I realize I’ve fallen way too deep here. I’ve known her for a moment in time, but as of this moment, she’s all that I can see. All I’ll ever want. All I’ll ever need. I was here thinking I was about to claim her, but a claiming has already happened, and it’s her over me. She owns me. Body, mind and soul. I’ll never leave her.
AINSLEY
Iache. I need. Everywhere. Desperately.
“That’s my girl. Relax for me and let me in.”
When Ajax holds himself over me, I’ve never felt more alive or wanted that I do in that in that moment. And when he pushes in. Oh, glory. Oh, heaven. Oh…sharp pain?
“Ohhh!” I cry out, wincing as my body seems to completely change shape to accommodate him. “You’re so big!”
He stops moving immediately, his forehead moving down to mine, slow breaths as he presses sweet kisses to the side of my mouth. “I know. I’m going slow, but you’re so tight, sweetheart. Are you sure you’ve done this before?”
“I haven’t,” I say in a rush, shaking my head as I look up at him with concern. I know I should have told him it was my first time sooner, but there just hadn’t seemed like a right time to bring it up. And either way, it didn’t matter to me since I wanted this so much. But in hindsight, maybe that wasn’t the right thing to do.
“What?”
“This is… You’re my first.”
“Fuck, Ainsley.” He goes to pull back, but I lock my ankles behind his ass.
“Don’t you dare.”
“I’m hurting you. I’m too big. We should’ve done this slower.”
“No. We did it right. I want this. I want you. Please don’t stop, Ajax. I don’t think I can explain how amazing this feels without bursting into song, so I’ll spare you that if you’ll just give me a minute and stay right here with me, making my first time the most magical experience of my entire life.”
Pressing up on his muscular arms, he looks down at me with a smirk. “I don’t know. Maybe I wanna hear this song of yours.”
“You really don’t. I sound like a cat with its tail caught under a rocking chair when I sing. It’ll completely ruin the mood.”
His smirk turns into a smile then a chuckle, and the moment I join in with the laughter, the jostling of our bodies—and perhaps the sudden drop in inhibitions—causes my body to relax and welcome him in the rest of the way.
“Oh my god, you feel good,” he moans, our pelvises aligned down to his hilt. He grinds against me as I moan. “You like that, baby?”
Heat blooms inside me. “Yes. Can you move a little more? I think I need friction.”
Drawing his hips back, he glides back into me, gentle and slow.
“Faster.”
“Like that?” He moves in and out, in and out, carefully at first, then a little harder at the base when I start to moan.
“Oh yes. So good, Ajax. Give it to me.”
