“I wanted it to be you,” I said in a blur. I hadn’t even admitted it to myself, and now here I was, saying it out loud. “After I saw you—” How far should I go with this? Should I tell him all of it? “I closed my eyes and imagined I was with you.”
“Oh, fuck,” he said and descended upon me.
The intensity of our movements went wild. Finding out our dark appetites matched each other was liberating, and we reveled in it. His rhythm changed from seduction and passion, and crossed into a territory that was more primal.
The lounge chair squeaked and protested as he drove into me, but I moaned louder, needing to compete with the sound. I didn’t want Greg’s attention on anything other than me, not even for a second.
The question had lingered in the back of my mind for weeks, and I felt free enough to ask it. “How long did you stand there, watching?”
“Long enough to know I could do it better.”
My eyes went wide. It was indecent, yet all the liquid in my body rushed to my center.
Greg’s expression was pure dominance. “Am I right?”
“Yes,” I said, gulping down a breath and nodding profusely.
“Good. I’m going to fuck you until all you remember is being with me on this chair.”
“Oh, God,” I gasped.
He made good on his threat. We fucked like nothing else mattered. Like animals programmed to do what instinct dictated . . . It was primordial. Basic.
And it was incredible.
I shook beneath him, trembling with satisfaction. His movement inside my body drowned out everything else. I didn’t see the stars above, or feel the night breeze, or hear the crickets singing in the trees. There was only this stunning man over me, taking his pleasure and giving it right back.
Just as I began the climb toward orgasm, Greg retreated. He planted a foot on the ground beside the chair, so he was half standing and half kneeling, with one knee between my legs. Off came the condom with a quick jerk and it was flung to the ground.
I stared up at him over my heaving chest, stunned and not sure what was happening, but he dug a hand under my neck and lifted me up. He supported me like that, so I was sitting but leaned back in his hold, and then he seized my hand, guiding it to his dick.
He wanted me to jerk him off?
My face burned hot as I understood his intent. Once I began to move my fist, gliding back and forth on him, he reached down and plunged his middle finger all the way inside me.
His lips were at my forehead, and his warm breath rolled over my face. The faster I moved my fist, the faster his breathing went, along with the finger moving inside me. His palm ground against my clit, and the climb toward my orgasm began again.
“Harder,” he encouraged quietly.
I tightened my grip and watched a shudder glance through his shoulders. Blood whooshed through my system as my heart pounded, trying to keep up. God, it felt so good. I used my free hand to support myself, along with his palm behind my neck, and leaned back further, shifting the angle so he could drive deeper inside. All the way until he hit the spot that made my toes point with pleasure.
“Oh . . . oh!” I gasped.
A devious smile spread across Greg’s face. “Yeah, that’s it.” He moved his hips in time with my hand sliding on him. “Just like that. Make me come all over you.”
His words struck the match and held the fire to my fuse. I couldn’t hold back even if I wanted to. Heat blasted through my core, and his sinful finger tapped the perfect place to make me detonate.
I groaned loudly as I came, sounding somewhat panicked because the sensation was intense. My body seized. I clamped down on the finger still inside me while my legs trembled uncontrollably, and my fist slowed to a halt. Moans streamed from my lips, broken only by desperate rasps for air.
I hadn’t finished coming down before he grabbed my fist and encouraged me to pump once more. We made it three strokes before he exhaled sharply and jerked in my hand. I flinched as the warm, thick strands flicked onto my body, dousing my breasts and stomach. Wave after wave until he was spent, slowing our mutual grip to a stop, and the last drop dripped from him.
Holy shit.
I never understood it in porn. Until this moment, watching a guy come on a woman had done nothing for me. If anything, I found it degrading. A man marking his territory. But as I stared down at my spattered skin, I flooded with a different kind of satisfaction. I liked how Greg had marked me as his.