Page 100 of On the Breakaway

“On the floor?” He pulls back, eyes dark.

“On the floor. On the fucking moon. I don’t care where, as long as you’re inside me.” Pressing a firm kiss to his mouth, I add, “Right.” My hand slides between us, gripping his cock. “Now.”

His hand shoots into the nightstand above us, grabbing a condom that he rolls on in what has to be record time.

“Yes, ma’am,” He teases, guiding his cock to my entrance.

He pushes inside slowly at first, and I wrap my legs around him, pulling him closer until he’s flush against me. His body freezes, giving me time to adjust because he’s every bit as big as he looks.

Beneath him, I start to wiggle, shallow movements easing the ache into something needier. My nails dig into his back. The entire time, his gaze roams over my face as though he’s committing every reaction to memory. Only when I nod does he begin moving again, thrusting slowly at first.

My shallow breaths turn into moans, and he moves faster, leaning in to kiss me. Our tongues swirl together slowly, savoring every taste.

After all, this is only supposed to happen once.

The reminder echoes through my head while we lose ourselves in each other, my body arching against him.

“Your pussy fits me so perfectly.” He breathes against my lips before bending down and closing his mouth around my nipple.

Then, every thought leaves my head at once.

“Oh fuck, Grayson.”

“That’s it, baby. Let go for me.” He glances up at me through his eyelashes.

“I’m close.”

“I know you are. I can feel your pussy tightening around me.”

Deliberately, his thrusts slow, creating exactly the right amount of friction with every movement.

“Please.”

Honestly, I don’t even know what I’m begging for.

Please make me come.

Please touch me.

Please don’t ever stop.

All of it.

None of it.

“That’s right, Avery.” Bringing his face back to mine, he brushes our noses together. “You might not like me, but you love the way I make you come.”

My orgasm hovers just out of reach until his hand slips down and circles my clit.

He kisses me in perfect rhythm with his thrusts.

“You said this would only happen once.” A harder thrust. “Which is a shame.” Another. “Because no one else is ever going to fuck you.” Thrust. “The way.” Thrust. “I do.”

One final pass across my clit sends the orgasm crashing through my body. A groan tears from him at the same time, and moments later, he’s collapsing beside me, making the already cramped space between the bed and wall feel even smaller.

The room is quiet except for the sound of our breathing, and I feel comfortable in a way I haven’t in a long time.

Grayson pushes himself to his feet first.