Page 65 of My Grape Crush
Dani can love me with her mouth all night, and it would almost be enough.
But this… Damn.
We’re making out under the downpour of the rain shower, and I have her pressed against the wall, gripping her ass, lost in the rush. We move in a synchronized dirty rhythm just like I plan to do when I flex inside her pussy.
“Oh, Jesus, Rhys,” she mutters into my mouth. “You feel so good.”
Sweet, sweet Dani. My name on her lips is the hottest thing I’ve heard. And talk about feeling it. She’s taken me to the edge of orgasm and backed off. Slowed down only to speed back up again. Now I’m grinding her double time, and I can feel the pulse beat of my throat, hammering like hers.
“If you don’t fuck me now,” she pants, “I will personally fire you.”
The urgency in her voice, her demand, thethreat. What has happened to buttoned-up Dani?
I press another groaning kiss to her mouth. “Oh, I plan to, but remember the bed?”
“Oh yeah.” She giggles, eyes hooded and sexy. “Time to get our money’s worth.”
We towel each other off, me rubbing circles on her ass with the thick terry. She slaps my bare butt, then her hands are everywhere, making my temperature skyrocket in every place that needs attention. We stagger out of the bathroom and topple backward onto the bed in a tangle of limbs. I cage her in with my body, pinning her with a bruising kiss.Every contact with her tongue is like a shot of euphoria in my veins. My heart feels ready to burst.
Somehow, I find the wherewithal to disentangle myself and reach for my discarded shorts on the floor. I hold up the dull silver packet as evidence of the dusty relic it is.
“Do I get the honors?” she asks with a mischievous smile.
“Sure, but be careful. I only have one. Rookie move,” I add, owning it. “Unless you have a stash?”
She throws me a look. “Osoyoos isn’t exactly the epicenter of dating.”
“Then this guy will be first in line at the drugstore tomorrow morning,” I assure her.
“I think the plan is neither of us gets up early.”
Her eyes fall to my smooth naked flesh, brutally swollen. She gestures for the goods and, hot damn, she rips the package open with her teeth. I sound like a man on the edge of defeat when she grips me, rolling on the condom. I’ve never felt this desire to consume someone, to dig in and never let go.
“Let’s try and go slow, okay?” My voice is a pathetic plea.
“I don’t care if you’re fast.”
“ButIcare. This is our first time.”
She gazes up at me with a forlorn, bewildered expression. “That’s such a sweet thing to say.”
“Lie back,” I whisper. “This will be anything but sweet.”
Her head sinks into the puffy pillows, and I kiss her again—deep and searching—before sitting back on my haunches to admire the view. She wets a finger and draws slow circles over her hardware, her clit. My breathing turns ragged, all that glistening pink flesh ready and waiting.
“You're the first to see this,” she confesses, toying with the barbell. “I got the piercing a week before I started here.”
My hands move along her legs, seeking skin and softness. Lord knows, I become that guy—possessive and selfish. A need to claim my territory.
“I want to be the only person to see it.”
I hoist her legs, yanking her flush against me as a squeal of surprise escapes her lips. I position an ankle on either side of my shoulders, and when her eyes meet mine, she swallows hard.
“I, I thought you said slow.”
“I changed my mind.”
“What are you going to do?” It comes out slight, husky, and possibly nervous.
