“Please,” she whimpers. “Please, Corbin.”
My thrust falters, hearing my name on her lips, because this is terrifying, and it’s everything, and accepting that fact is enough to make me panic.
I kiss her again, hard and hungry, swallowing the sounds she makes and drowning out my thoughts in a rush. Her hips lift, matching me, meeting me, and the friction is unbearable in the best way.
I feel it happening.
Her body tenses, her breath stalls, and her fingers clutch me like she’s holding on for dear life.
“Let go,” I whisper against her mouth. “I’ve got you.”
And she does, arching her body into mine, eyes slamming shut as the orgasm rips through her like a hurricane.
“Corbin…”
She cries out my name, broken and breathless, and I follow her over the precipice seconds later, burying myself deep as the pleasure rips through me like lightning, white-hot and consuming.
“Grace. Fuck. Damn…”
We fall apart together. That’s what it feels like. Before, we were two whole people, barely holding onto the edges of our frayed beings. Now, we’re one, trembling, hearts pounding, clinging to one another.
I have to accept at that moment, as I pull out from inside her, that I don’t want this to be temporary. I want every moment after this to be with her.
32
CONWAY
I wasn’t expecting this. Not today. I’ve thought a lot about what I’d want my first time with Grace to be like, if I was lucky enough to be with her. None of my fantasies involved watching Corbin fill her first.
But now, seeing her come apart, feeling their heat and lust, seeing my cousin release all the weight he’s been carrying, I know I was wrong. This is what it should be like between all of us. Free and open. Unselfish and dedicated to her pleasure.
I’m so hard, it’s painful, and so ready to make this woman mine I can barely think straight. Corbin pulls back, gazing down at Grace, blinking rapidly like he can’t believe what’s happened. It’s the first time he’s been with anyone since Sadie passed, so he must be overwhelmed and a little unsure. Maybe it’s good I’m here to break the intensity of this experience for him. Maybe he needs me here as much as Grace seems to want me.
I lean in to kiss her, swallowing her moans as she curls towards me. My mind swirls with all the ways I can makeher mine. Me on top. Her in my lap. From behind. Any would bring us both the pleasure we crave, but what will teach her what to expect from me and from this life? What does Grace need to feel safe and happy?
I could ask her, but in my experience, most people don’t know how to ask for what they need, especially in bed. Grace is confident and independent, but deep down, she wants to be owned. I can smell it on her. That hunger. That craving to submit and let go of all the stress and strain of a life like hers.
“I’ve been holding back,” I say, voice low and rough. “Trying not to expect too much or want you too hard.”
Her brow furrows. “Conway…”
“I can’t anymore,” I cut in. My hand finds hers where it rests on the bed, fingers curling tight. “I need you to know how deep this runs. I need you to feel it.”
She blinks once, twice, like her heart’s racing too. “Then show me.”
God help me.
I kiss her like I’ve been starving, tugging her into my lap until her legs wrap around my waist, and her core is hot and slick over my dick. It’s like all the time I’ve been holding back has snapped loose inside me, and any restraint I hoped to have crumbles to ash. Her mouth opens with a soft gasp, and her fingers dig into my flesh, dragging me closer, full of hunger and heat.
I kiss her until we’re both breathless. Her legs wrap around my waist, and the way she moves, arching her back and rolling her hips, lights a fuse in my blood. Her skin is warm and smooth, and I want to memorize every inch of her with my work-roughened palms.
“Jesus, Grace,” I whisper, looking at her like she’s the last good thing left in the world. “You’re gonna ruin me.”
She pulls me down and whispers, “Let me.”
I take my time with her at first, with slow hands and soft bites, discovering all the places I’ve dreamed about touching that are now laid bare under my palms. Her nails scrapedown my back, and she whispers my name like it’s precious. “Conway. Please.” Her begging makes my dick kick.
When I slide inside her, it’s more than physical penetration. It runs soul-deep. She’s so wet with her arousal and Corbin’s cum that I’m fully seated in one thrust. The top of my head pounds with the urge to rut, to claim, to own; to saddle and break this woman like I break the wayward horses in the paddock.
