Page 137 of When Darkness Calls

“Payback’s a bitch, eh?” I giggle, rising up to kneel in front of him, mirroring the way he’s sitting on the bed.

I copy every action he had taken on my body, kissing him gently, trailing the soft touches along his jaw, feeling the little stubble scratching at my cheek, down his throat sucking lightly, repeating over and over down his chest, torso, until I’m bent at the waist by his hips.

He pants quietly from above me. I lock eyes with him through my lashes as my lips close around the reddened tip of his cock. His eyes glaze over, lids fluttering, before his head falls back against his shoulders.

I lap my tongue against the underside, following the thick veins I feel pulsing against it. When I look back at him, his head is still thrown back. I pull away, stroking him with my palm, kissing along the shaft, across his hip, and the inside of his thigh before biting it. Hard.

He groans, looking down at me, eyes burning. “Want to tell me what that was, Dee?”

“Mouth’s a little occupied right now, so I couldn’t use my words.” I smiled.

“Hmm,” he moans as I bite him again, gentler, then sucking on the spot and soothing it with my tongue. “What were you trying to say?”

“Fair is fair, Grays,” I whisper, my tone husky. I climb up his body, hand still moving at a slow even pace on his cock. I nibble along his collarbone, up his throat and saying softly in his ear, “Eyes on me.”

I push his shoulders, and he lays back, almost exactly how I had been. I crawl over him, straddling his thighs. Grayson’s hands explore my body in this new position, but I don’t feel shy as he stares at me. Yeah, I have rolls. And you can see the dimples on my thighs, but as his hands rake over them the only thing I can feel is the care in his touch and adoration in his gaze.

My hand wrapped around him, holding him in place as I grind against his length. Each movement of my hips has us both moaning. But Grayson’s hands guide me, pushing and pulling.

“Are you ready?” He asks me with a gentle tone. I nodded, but he gives me a stern glare.

“Yes. Yes, I’m ready.” I start to move off his lap, but he shakes his head, tugging me back down.

“No. Just like this. Take as much as you want from me, sweet girl.”

My face flushes but I nod, taking a deep breath and rising up on my knees. He grabs his cock in a firm grip, positioning it at my entrance.

“Go slow. Take your time. We can stop at any moment if it’s too much, okay? I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I know.” And I sink down. Part of me thinks that trying to hold the position half kneeling, half sitting on his thighs is more painful than when he enters me. But I was wrong. The more I sink onto him the more I feel the dull burn deep inside of me as my body stretches around his thick shaft.

I breathe through it, eyes squeezed shut, nails biting into his chest.

“Dani, look at me.”

I pause, taking another breath and looking at him. His gray eyes are clear, assessing as he rakes over me. “We can stop.”

I shake my head. “No, no, I want this.”

He nods. “Okay. Okay. Sit up.” So, I do. I kneel over him, thighs spread wide, and I realize there’s still at least three more inches left for me to take. I whimper.

“Shh. It’s okay. Put your hands on my knees, okay? Use them to steady yourself. I’ll make you feel good, baby.” He brushes back my curls, pushing them over my shoulders, and giving me an encouraging smile.

I follow his instructions, and the tightness I felt behind my bellybutton ebbs slightly. My muscles relax a fraction, and he smiles again, wider.

“Good girl. Better?” He rubs at my thigh.

“Yeah, a little bit.” I wince as my weight shifts.

“What about when I do this?” He whispers, voice rough, strained.

He circles his thumb around my clit, the pressure a little harder than when he teases me. Almost instantly my body begins to melt. The feeling is so much more intense with his cock deep inside of me. I nod.

“Fuck…yes. Keep doing that,” I moan, sinking lower.

The tightness and burn have shifted into fullness and the fire that floods my veins when I’m begging for release.

When he’s completely seated inside me, he brushes against a place I’ve never felt before and my walls clench around him hard.