Page 26 of Property of Gray

He grips my hips, holding me in place. “You’re playing a dangerous game,” he growls.

“Sometimes it’s good to be a little reckless,” I whisper before I bite one of his nipples. I imagine this is what it feels like to be loved. Chaotic. Wild. Fucking feral.

“You’ve got me all fucked up,” he tells me.

“Good.” I roll my hips and his eyes go back in his head.

“Fuck, Low. Do that again.”

I grind harder on him, feeling a delicious ache where our bodies are meeting. I reach down between us, freeing his heated flesh from the confines of his boxer briefs. It’d be so easy to pull my panties to the side and let him inside me. I want to feel him so bad.

I know what he said about deserving me, but I don’t want to wait. He grips the sides of my panties, pulling them tight against me. The head of his cock presses against me and I can almost feel him skin to skin. He thrusts his hips and my head falls back. The tips of my hair dust his thighs.

“I could come like this,” his voice comes out all husky, full of need.

“You could?” I roll my hips, biting my lip.

“Yeah.” He presses a hand to the small of my back, drawing me back up as he sits up to meet my mouth.

I grip his length, rubbing the head of him against my soaked panties. “I want to feel you. Please, Brax.”

“The way you say my name is so damn pretty, Willow.”

“Fuck me.”

“Not yet.” He shakes his head, and I want to cry.

“I’m yours. And you feel like mine. There’s nothing or no one to stop us.”

“I’m going to worship you until I’m worthy, baby.”

“You are.” I shake my head. My body is trembling with need.

He rolls us over so that he’s on top and I smile, believing he’s going to give in. His lips move down my neck as he pulls mypanties down my thighs. His fingers enter me, and I nearly come undone from the sensation.

He finger-fucks me into another world. I don’t know how many times I get off. I’m on the verge of passing out. Every bone in my body is goo, but it doesn’t stop me from putting my mouth on him.

I kiss the tip of his bulbous head. “I have to warn you. I’ve never done this before.”

“You don’t have to,” he croaks. I hear the pain in his voice and see it etched around the tight lines of his face. He needs this as much as I need to do it. “I don’t want you to confuse love with lust,” he tells me, and a knife slices through my heart.

He doesn’t love me yet, but he will.

“I won’t.” I already do.

I wrap a fist around his base like I’ve seen women do in porno flicks. I lick the pearly bead of liquid from the tip, and he groans. I love the guttural sound. I want to hear it over and over again.

I move my fist up and down, stroking his length while testing the limits of how far I can stretch my lips as I wrap my lips around him and suck.

His fingers thread in my hair at the nape of my neck. His hips move as he pushes my head up and down. I gag and choke on his dick as tears blur my eyes. The corners of my mouth burn and my jaws ache every time they hollow, but the pain is worth it to hear him moan with pleasure.

“I’m close.” He pulls me off him and takes over jerking himself off while I watch. His dick erupts. I gather his come on the tip of my finger and bring it to my mouth to taste him. I don’t know what I thought he’d taste like, but it’s salty and slightly bitter.

“C’mere.” He gathers me to his side as he uses my tank top to clean himself off. I curl into him, knowing that I’m a complete goner for this man. I’m addicted. Obsessed.

I want to tell him I love him, but he already knows and I don’t want to freak him out with those three very big words.

I awaken to Gray fully dressed and holding a travel mug of coffee out to me from the doorway of my tent. I rub my eyes and yawn. Then look down, relieved to see I’m wearing his t-shirt. I don’t remember putting it on and wonder if he dressed me. Last night comes flooding back, and I squeeze my thighs together because already I want to do it again.