Unraveled(49)

“That’s enough,” he said, his voice guttural and low. When I didn’t respond at first, he tugged lightly on the ponytail. “No more.”

“Why not?” I pouted a bit, sitting back on my heels. My jaw was pleasantly sore but I felt cheated that I hadn’t tasted his come and felt the hot jets of his seed wash over my tongue.

“Because,” he growled, lifting me onto his lap again. He pressed a button and the seat motored backward until it was almost flat. My hair fell around us, forming a curtain. “I need to be inside you. I want to fuck you so hard that you’ll remember it tomorrow and the next day and that the next time you have a fantasy you’ll be thinking of this moment and how thick and hard I was inside you.”

I nodded wordlessly. This was an okay alternative. Gray kicked up his shorts with a flick of his foot and caught them in one hand. In swift, economical motions, he was sheathed and ready for us. “Come here.” He pushed my hips upward. “I need to taste you to see if you’re ready.”

“I’m ready,” I pleaded.

“Let me see.” He was implacable. I moved up the seat until I was nearly kneeling on the back bench. He pulled me down until I was almost sitting on his face. All thoughts of discomfort fled the minute his tongue was on me. “You taste so good, baby. So good.” Copying his actions from before, I braced my arms against the roof of the Rover, trying to hold myself steady while he explored every inch of me between my legs with his talented tongue. He didn’t just lick me. He sucked on my lower lips. His tongue formed a spear that he pressed inside me. He bit and nibbled and lapped me as if I was the most delicious thing he’d ever tasted and as if he could never get enough.

When my arms and legs couldn’t hold me anymore, I collapsed, breaking the connection between his wicked mouth and my most sensitive parts. I slid down his body until I felt the broad head of his erection pushing against me. Gray took over then, placing one hand on my hips to steady me and fisting his cock in the other.

A low noise rumbled in the car but I wasn’t sure if it was coming from him or me. The sensation of him pushing his stiff thick length inside me was almost too much.

“How long as it been?” Gray said behind gritted teeth.

“Twenty-six months,” I whimpered, moving slightly.

He clamped down on both my hips. “Don’t move.”

But I had to. Inch by inch, I worked my hips over him until finally, finally he was fully seated. Every part of him was straining against the effort of thrusting into me, allowing me to adjust to his size. I hadn’t remembered this at all, how full I’d feel, how connected I was. This wasn’t temporary for me and as he stared at me, eyes glittering with a deep emotion, I guessed it wasn’t just temporary for him either. But by unstated mutual decision, we let the moment pass without comment.

“Now,” I told him and he let go. He pulled on my hips and it was all I could do to hold on because he was making good on all his promises. Bracing my hands on his chest, I rode him, slowly at first because it took some getting used to. It wasn’t just that he was big and I was small but that I was unused to having a man between my legs. The feeling was so good, though, the strokes of his hard erection rubbed every inch of my inner flesh.

Gray’s hands were everywhere. He stroked my back and pulled lightly on my hair so that my breasts thrust toward him and my head tipped back. Leaning forward, he captured a nipple in his mouth and then opened wider to mouth more of my breast.

He wasn’t a quiet lover. He told me with groans and grunts and whispered sounds of approval exactly what he liked. His eyes rolled back when I squeezed him on a down thrust.

“Like that, baby,” he grated out between clenched teeth. When my nails curled into his chest he encouraged me. “Make your mark, kitten.” Our sex was noisy, messy and full of teeth and nails—and it made me wild. I rode him harder and he met my movements with hard thrusts of his own. Tension built until my toes were curled under my ass and my fingers were dug hard into his chest, but I wasn’t getting the release I needed. I hadn’t ever known I could ache like this.

Sensing my frustration, Gray flipped us around so that I was underneath him. With one forearm braced by my head, he lifted my whole body up with his other hand. His movements weren’t as furious now. As he supported the weight of his body, the muscles in his arm flexed. It was an unconscious action, but the visible signs of his core strength was incredibly sexy. When he moved inside me, he was slower and deliberate, minutely readjusting as if he were searching for something. It felt good but not…oh my God. What. Was. That?