I feel his hand move down my stomach, his rough callused skin making me feel more feminine than I’ve ever felt in my life. “Are you wet for me, Cooper?”
For the life of me I can do nothing, not even mumble. My breath is lodged in my throat as I wait to see what else he does to my body. Gray doesn’t stop until he reaches my center. The tips of his fingers slide through the sticky moisture gathered on the outside. “Soaked,” he grunts, answering himself, right before thrusting his fingers inside of me. “Always so wet, tight, and ready for me. You were made for me, Cooper,” his deep voice growls while he slowly thrusts his fingers in and out of me.
“Gray,” I plead, my voice weak and filled with need.
“What is it, sweetheart? What do you want?”
I’d answer him if I could, I really would, but words are kind of beyond me. Next time, I’ll try and remain in control and torture him like he is doing to me right now. Instead, I do the only thing I can manage, the only thing my brain allows me to do. I reach down and grab his cock. It manages somehow to be even more heated than the rest of him. So hot and thick, it fills my hand and makes my knees want to buckle at the same time. Now it’s his turn to groan. I stroke him once, forcing myself to open my eyes and watch his face as I squeeze his cock tightly in my hand. His eyes go inky dark, his breath labored.
“Keep that up and this is going to go pretty fucking fast, Cooper. I’ve been without you too long.”
“I need you inside of me, Gray. It’s been way too long,” I tell him honestly. It has. In the last few days, I’d wake up in the middle of the night after dreaming about making love with Gray, and I’d want to cry because he wasn’t there. “I feel so empty,” I tell him, squeezing his dick harder.
He growls and then takes complete control. His fingers leave me and I cry out in frustration. I want to complain, but I can’t because he’s too busy lying me back on the hay. It pokes against my skin and I have to wonder why you hear so often about people rolling around in the hay because it’s not comfortable at all. Then, Gray’s body comes over mine. He braces himself with one hand as he pushes against my leg. I spread as wide as I can to make room for him. He positions his dick at my entrance. I can feel the tip of his cock and try to thrust up to bring him inside. He grabs hold of my hip quickly, preventing it. His hand holds me almost to the point of bruising, but I love every moment of it.
“Hold still for me, Cooper. I’m in control,” he growls, the look on his face so intense I shudder in need. I bite my lip, giving a slight nod because words are beyond me. He must understand, however, because he goes back to holding his cock. He moves the tip against my pussy. The slick wet skin glides against me, just skirting the place I want it the most—deep inside of me. Then, it slips against my clit and he moves it over and over in the same spot, pushing against the throbbing nub. My whole body jerks in reaction, my nails biting into the cheeks of his ass. My vision is blurry because I’m so close to the edge, but I can see him smile. He knows exactly what he’s doing. A little more of this and I’m done for.
“Oh God,” I breathe, my eyes closing as he does it again. Then, before I realize it, he’s thrusting inside of me so completely and so quickly that he’s seated all the way in before I can even open my eyes. When I do, he’s right there, his lips finding mine. I wrap my leg around him, burying the heel of my foot into the backs of his thighs. The move pushes him in so deep, I can feel him practically against my cervix.
“Jesus, Cooper, you feel so fucking good,” he groans as he sets a rhythm. “So fucking good.”
“More, Gray. I need more,” I plead, knowing I’m close to coming, but requiring more to send me over the edge. He knows it too and he’s purposely holding out.
“You belong to me, Cooper. You’re not getting away from me again,” he growls, and I swear I can feel his cock rake against my walls when he pulls back out, so tight that the veins of his cock graze me.
That’s when it hits me: Gray doesn’t have on a condom. I’m on birth control, but I’ve never done this without a condom—ever.
Panic washes over me and I push on his shoulders.
“Gray! Stop! Oh God, stop!” It takes him a minute to realize I’m asking him to quit, probably because, greedy whore that I am, I still have both my legs wrapped around him trying to hold him inside. God.
“It’s okay, baby, don’t get scared on me. This is good. What we have is good,” he croons, but he doesn’t understand.