Page 90 of Untamed
As he makes his way down my body, his hands splayed over my hips, he looks up at me and waits for my reaction. I have no reaction, but a stunned look on my face.
He settles on the mattress, his head between my legs. “Has anyone ever done this to you, Maesyn?”
He must have sensed by my look that I have never trusted someone to. “No.”
He smiles, his hands moving to my thighs as he lowers his face. With one last look, he licks his lips and then kisses my inner thigh, softly.
The moment his kiss touches my center, it’s like nothing I’ve ever experienced. The pleasure, the sensations of losing control with someone in this way makes me glad I never let anyone do that before. I’d never want to be this vulnerable.
Because that’s what I am. Completely vulnerable for him.
With each pass of his tongue, I’m left weak. With every groan he gives me and the way he grips my thighs so tightly, I know he’s just as helpless. He doesn’t spare anything while doing this, his fingers and tongue working together to give me exactly what I’d been dying for. My desperate pleas for him to never stop are greeted with his just as needy grunts and growls.
“Jesus, Christ,” he growls against my skin.
I throw my hands over my head, arching my back as the wave hits me all at once, like a punch to the gut. When I’m moving around too much, he puts his hands on my hips, pinning me to the mattress. I look down at him, his shoulders flexing as he grips me so tightly I think I’ll have bruises. I don’t care. I’ll take anything he gives.
When I’m finished shaking, he moves up my body, his buckle digging into my sensitive center. I laugh, squirming away from him.
He does the same and then moves back down the mattress to remove his jeans. “I’d say, hang on, baby, but I think maybe I should hang on?” He’s looking into my eyes, seeing how much I want him.
I nod. “I think you better.” I grab him by the shoulders and twist him so he’s lying on the mattress. It’s my turn for a ride.
I straddle him, much like the other night. My stare drifts to his, he’s beautiful. The way he watches me, that makes him even more beautiful.
“Condom?” I ask before easing myself on him. “I think I have some in my bag.”
“That’s okay.” He urges me forward. “I don’t think I can ever go back after feeling you the other night.”
He pulls me forward, needing my kiss and I don’t deny him. I need it just as bad. So bad that I don’t care that I taste myself on his lips. It’s completely fine with me if it means I get his lips on mine. His hands move from the mattress over my back and then thread in my hair, deepening the kiss and giving me his tongue.
I move my hand between us and position his erection at my entrance and then ease him inside me. We both moan at the sensation.
Drawing back, I move so I’m sitting up on him. His hands glide to my hips, rocking me back and forth. His head tips back against the pillow and the tendons in his neck strain. I watch the muscles in his chest and arms flexing while his body tenses and then relaxes when the pleasure courses through him. I love that I’m doing this to him.
It’s sometime after my second orgasm when Grayer takes hold of my hips. “I had to stare at your ass for days in that barn.” And then he sits up, making me move to my knees. “I’m dying to see it.”
Oh.Again. My mind is so blank when it comes to him.
Before I know it, he’s entering me from behind. I don’t mind this position. I think it’s erotic because you can’t see the other person’s face and it leaves something to the imagination. I also love how deep he can go and the pleasure of him driving himself into me.
I turn my head to look over my shoulder. “Is it what you were imagining?”
His head falls forward and denies me his eyes. “Not even close. So much better.” He grunts, driving into me again, this time hard enough that I feel him hitting my cervix. “I’m gonna come,” he breathes, just before his entire body strains, his cock pulsing inside me, and then his movements still completely. No words are uttered, but the growl that emits from his chest is so fucking good.
My body relaxes as he slumps forward on me. He collapses on top of me, pinning me to the mattress. I love the weight of him on top of me like this. But I can’t breathe, and I think he realizes it when I attempt to and only wheeze.
“Sorry.” He rolls off me and to the side, pulling out as he does so. “Was the bed worth it?” He presses his lips to my shoulder. I savor the scrape of his jaw against my skin and the way his arms wrap around me.
“Definitely.”
