Page 136 of Lessons In Grey

I groaned as he pulled at the skin on my neck, sucking only to soothe it a moment later. “Grey,” I half-moaned, sliding one hand into his hair while the other slid down, wrapping around his cock.

I grinded against the tip of it, teasing myself, my eyes rolling back as I felt the pressure build slowly in my stomach.

“That’s right, baby, use me as your own personal toy.”

I bucked my hips against him, scoring his scalp as he continued to kiss me, bite me, soothe me.

I groaned, pulling at his cock, a moan sliding from his lips into my neck. I quickened the pace, releasing his cock to play with myself. “Stay still,” I pleaded, the head of his cock hitting me perfectly as I circled my clit.

“Fuck, baby,” he panted, capturing my lips again.

I groaned as his tongue explored my mouth, bucking against him, my mind exploding in need, in craving, in love. I was in love with him.

I loved him.

Fuck, I loved him so much, it burned through my skin, my bones. It burned through space and time. It consumed every ounce of who I was, who I am, and every possibility of who I could ever be.

I tipped over the edge, ripping my mouth away from him as I pulled him closer, riding out the high as my body shook violentlyaround him.

“Fuck,” Grey moaned when I finally collapsed back into the bed. “I missed that face.”

I laughed breathlessly, shifting my hand from my clit to his cock, his head still resting just inside of me. I used my own arousal, stroking him up slowly. “Show me yours.”

He caught his own lip between his teeth and shook his head. “You’re going to ride me.” He slid his hand under my back and with incredible ease, he shifted our positions until he was sitting up against the headboard, his legs spread out before him.

I slowly sank onto his cock, my knees on either side of his hips as my hands slid around either side of his throat, both of us groaning as my body stretched around his cock, attempting to get used to him again. Two weeks was too long. I wouldn’t survive that long again. My body, my soul, wouldn’t allow it.

Once I was fully seated, my head fell against his, his hands on my hips, digging into my thighs, our labored breathing mingling between us.

He slid his hands up over my waist, over my ribs, palming both breasts, pulling a soft moan from my chest.

I leaned back, sliding a hand back into his hair as he used his thighs to buck me forward until he was able to capture my breast between his teeth.

I groaned, arching into him as he teased my nipple relentlessly. I couldn’t stop myself from grinding against him, setting pace with ease.

“Fuck,” I groaned, quickening myself as that feeling in me grew again. I rolled my hips against his, feeling his cock hit that sensitive bundle of nerves inside of me, my heart racing. Shit.

Grey was back to holding my hips, watching me with such absolute amazement as I rode his cock into my own sweet oblivion. When I found my end again, tightening around him, he started meeting me with thrusts of his own, slamming into me over and over again as I bounced on him.

“Fuck, baby,” he groaned, pinning my hips down as he continued to thrust.

“Oh,God,” I cried out, that familiar feeling building again.

Three. No fucking way.

But it wasn’t just that. It was the roiling in my stomach, the feeling I had gotten the second time we had fucked. Like my bladder was going to explode.

My eyes flashed open, my jaw dropping. “Oh, fuck,” I panted, looking down to where we connected. “Fuck,” I whimpered, seeing our arousal shining across his stomach.

“Emily, look at me.”

My eyes locked with his, both of us on the precipice of another explosive orgasm.

My nails dug into his shoulders as I bucked my hips, tightening myself around him, hitting that wall, and—

I cried out, my cum exploding around us with each one of his thrusts.

His eyes widened, his thrusts becoming manic. “Fuckfuckfuck,” he snarled, releasing inside of me, our cum mixing in a mess all around us, soaking the bed, our skin.