Chapter Twelve

By the time they reached the bed, her sadness and worry had gone – or at least been locked away in a steel box somewhere at the back of her mind. She was entirely focused on Grant. His lips. His eyes. His unique scent and the growly timbre of his voice that made her hot and bothered and stupid. This beautiful man who wanted to make her his. And maybe that could never be, but she was his right here and right now. And she was going to show him with her body how much she wanted him.

This time she undressed herself, tearing at her clothes, unable to wait to feel his hands on her naked flesh again. Grant was quicker, though. She was down to her panties when he joined her on the bed, stark naked and sporting an enormous erection. It was thick and ruddy, the tip already beaded with pearly precum, and she wanted desperately to taste it, but Grant had other ideas. He growled playfully and grabbed the scrap of fabric, tearing the panties away from her body. The fabric parted with a ripping sound, and Celeste gave a shocked laugh.

“Caveman!” she accused him.

He responded by tumbling her back onto the bed and kissing her ravenously. “I’ll buy you more panties,” he gasped urgently against her mouth before kissing her again. “All the panties you want.”

Celeste ran her fingers down his back, enjoying the sensation of the muscles moving under her touch as he growled again and kissed the side of her neck, grazing her skin with his sharp teeth, his hands full of her breasts and his cock nudging her hip. His urgency was a potent aphrodisiac, making her core clench with desire. It was incredibly erotic that he wanted her so badly.

She wondered if she could come just from kissing and touching his naked body, but she wasn’t going to find out – she wanted him inside her too badly for that. She felt restless and impatient and like she’d die if he didn’t fuck her right now.

She pressed her fingertips into the firm muscles of his ass, giving a little growl of her own, then Grant rolled her onto her stomach, drawing her hair to one side so he could kiss the nape of her neck and trace his tongue down the line of her spine. She moaned at the sensation of his mouth traveling down her back, and caught her breath when he sank his teeth into the globe of her ass.

He slid his arm under her belly and drew her back so she was on all fours, presenting to him like a bitch in heat, which was just the way she felt, like she couldn’t get enough of him.

She felt the blunt head of his cock at her entrance and she pushed back against him, desperate to feel his thick length inside her.

He thrust inside her, bracing her with his forearm so he could get all the way inside her, deep and hard and fast. She groaned and let her head drop forward, fisting the coverlet and concentrating on the sensations that every stroke of his thick cock built inside her.

His chest was hot against her back, and its sprinkling of hair tickled her spine as he screwed her. She could feel his rapid breath against her back as he panted, fighting for breath as his orgasm built.

Grant rolled his hips as he worked his way in and out of her slick, sensitive pussy. She arched her back, angling her hips so he could push deeper, thrust harder, and with every thrust she gave a helpless moan. She was beyond words, beyond thought, focused only on the feelings Grant stirred in her as he pushed inside her again and again, driven by age-old animal instinct.

He pistoned into her and her hands slipped on the comforter, the motion of his body pushing her down so she was lying flat on the bed, her thighs together, Grant working his cock into the tight space and gasping with effort and arousal as he worked her towards orgasm. With his arms braced on either side of her and his weight on her back, she was effectively trapped, unable to do anything but feel.

She moaned into the comforter, voice hoarse as Grant fucked her towards climax. She trembled beneath him as the heat and pressure mounted in her core, and just as she was on the brink of coming, Grant nudged her legs further apart and used his fingers to rub her clit with hard, rapid strokes that had her coming and coming, a violent orgasm that seemed as if it would never end, wave after wave of soul-wracking pleasure.

As she cried out helplessly, the orgasm rolling on and on, he let his brow drop against her back, groaning against her skin as he came. His cocked kicked inside her, his busy fingers never slowing until they were both trembling and sweat-soaked, gasping for breath and laughing delightedly.

He rolled away from her and drew her into his arms, stroking her damp hair away from her face. He looked down into her face. His pupils were huge in his intoxicating whiskey-colored eyes, his thick, sooty lashes half lowered, and he searched her face as if trying to memorize its every curve and feature. Then he bent his head and kissed her again, slowly and sweetly, with that same focused intensity, as if he wanted to keep every moment with him forever.