Loan Shark Love

The only sounds we hear are that of nature. Since there was no other soul near our villa, it really did feel like we were the only two people in our own personal paradise.

We’ve barely had any real time to ourselves before the wedding, but this is perfect. The remains of our dinner sit on the table, as Grey lays next to me. He’s propped up on his elbow, his long fingers tracing along the short hem of my button-up silk top.

I feel my need crawling up my spine, and my body relaxes slightly out of pure instinct of his touch. His eyes flicker up to mine, and as he tilts his head to the side and raises his eyebrows, I smile at him and give a slight nod.

The man is such an angel, and I trust him completely and wholeheartedly with my body and soul. He holds my gaze as he undoes the buttons, plucking them apart as he pulls open my shirt. He lowers his head, brushing over the skin of my stomach with his warm breath. I let out a long exhale, and my fingers grip the sheets as he drags his bottom lip up my body and to my chest.

“Tell me what you want, Rosie,” he whispers, his fingers moving up my sides, squeezing your curves occasionally, “I’ll give you anything you want, even the stars.”

I sit up, and he follows suit, sitting up too, with his legs stretched out. Wordlessly, I climb into his lap so I’m facing him, my legs wrapped around his waist and my hands on his shoulders. He rests his hands on my hips, his moss-colored eyes lighting up as he stares back at me, mesmerized by my movements. I lean down to kiss him on the neck, unbuttoning his shirt at the same time and gently caressing him across his collarbone with my fingers.

He shivers slightly as I nip and suck little pink bruises along his collarbone, making my way up to his neck, his jawline, and stopping at the soft edge of his ear.

“You know what I want…I want you,” I say softly into his earlobe between nibbles, one hand on his cheek.

Below me, I can feel him getting harder against my leg. He brings my waist down and starts moving gently so that we’re softly grinding, building the pleasure between us. He looks so damn attractive as he lets out little groans, his eyes shut tight, and his mouth slightly open, parted gently.

I bring my mouth up to kiss him, deep and intense. Everything else goes out of focus for me when Grey’s mouth is on mine, and it’s only the two of us. We’re both so focused on the pleasure, lost in the desire of it all.

My arms slowly snake around his neck, and I run my hands through his soft hair, occasionally pulling when he grinds into me hard, eliciting a muffled moan from my throat.

He breaks the kiss, panting. “I can’t take this. I can’t wait anymore,” he says as he lifts me up. “I need you, Rosie.”

He doesn’t even bother taking off my black lace panties, just flips me on my back and moves them to the side as I reach down to stroke him gently. He pushes down on me a little, and I let out a soft sound, slowly taking all of him in. He inhales sharply, holding his breath, and then exhales with a groan when he’s completely inside of me. His hand moves down to where he is pushing in and out, and he rubs his fingers across my clit, bringing my pleasure to the surface.

His hands hold my hips, guiding my hips to move toward him again and again, at a slow, tender pace. He’s been more gentle since he found out I’m pregnant, and I like the way he takes it slow.

We’re both letting out quiet moans, his grip on my hips tightening as I move against him. The pace is slow, but the position that I’m in, under him with my legs around him, along with how big he is, makes him hit my sweet spot every time he fills me up completely.

His hard length is hitting me so deep, and I feel so very full, so satisfied. I look up to Grey, and his lovely, familiar face flushes as he stares down at his cock going in and out of me. I tip his face up with my hand and kiss him deeply.

I start to roll my hips slowly, pulling him in closer to me so that his dark head is tucked into my neck and we’re tangled together so very close like vines twisted in a growing tree. He lets out a low groan and his hands move to my breasts, squeezing gently because they’ve been extra sensitive lately.