Page 66 of My Grape Crush
I could torture her pussy with soft suction and send her careening to the edge.Drill her like a blunt instrument with my tongue until she begged for mercy. Maybe later, when I’m not powerless to her pull.
And there is no answer, none that will satisfy her like I plan to.
I angle myself onto her wetness, dip my crown in, and the adrenaline spike bathes my brain in an endless sea of light. She’s molten, and I’m teetering on the edge, unable to tolerate the feeling in my heart. How will I ever get this right?
“Rhys,” Dani calls out, soft as a song, her voice a million miles away.
There’s only one remedy here.
In one wild and violent thrust, we’re joined and consummated.
She gasps at the uncertainty. The unknown. And maybe, the size of me. The shifting of her hips to absorb me transforms my longing into a staggering shock of lust.
This is what I’ve been aching for.
Dani looks up at me with wide, unblinking, soft eyes. We’re on the threshold. Our connection is blossoming, taking shape in our minds. With my gaze on her face, hands holding her hips tight, I fuck her deep and hard, stoking her impossible deep spot. She fists the sheets, face agonized, her rising moans releasing my own. The lust flows beyond my capacity to rein it in. It’s sitting at the end of everything building between us, me thinking, Christ, how will I ever recover from the wonders of her body because nothing has ever felt like this?
“Please,” Dani whimpers.
“Please what?” I dictate her moans with every thrust.
“Please don’t let this end.”
It feels like hours pass because we don’t hurry but tease each other to the razor-sharp edge of bliss and pain. Chasing the fire before we succumb to it. Suddenly, I’m aware of how fast my breaths are coming, the painful squeeze in my heart. Dani tips closer to the abyss, and I plunge deeper and deeper until she peaks. Then I fuck her through the shudders with ferocious strokes, and she wails, “Oh, shiiit,” her nails scratching up and down my back, digging into the taut muscles of my ass. My blood is burning inside me, and I feel my control slipping out of my grip.
Somehow, I knew it would be like this.
Earth-shattering mayhem.
And then I’m coming undone, one agonized molecule at a time.
Chapter Twenty-One
DANI
I wakeup with his arms banded around me. I feel radiant. Dreamily wonderful. The bedroom seems alive with warmth, and from my angle of view, with Rhys bathed in the dappled morning light, tiny hairs of copper and gold frame his jaw like a stubbled halo.
“Hi,” I say, my voice scratchy from sleep.
His eyes roam over the morning mess of me. “Howdy. Triple orgasm hair looks great on you, FYI.”
A throaty laugh spills from my lips. “Is that where I capped out?”
“And all these years,” he says with a widening smile, “my family has considered me an underachiever.”
“Somehow I doubt that,” I flirt back, light-hearted, assuming his sarcasm also falls into that category. What child becomes a self-made multi-millionaire without full respect? “And my body votes for overachiever.”
“Speaking of your body…” Rhys nuzzles closer, groping under the duvet to interlace his hand with mine. “Beneath your firm, lady boss exterior lies a very pliant woman.”
I blush from the pleasure of remembering and embarrassment of the sounds that leaked out of me. His whispered filth and stolen kisses. There was no right or wrong, just hips and rhythm, shudder and surrender. The wreckage of the bed says it all. Pillows chucked around the room, and sheets untucked from my vicious fisting of them when Rhys sank into me with a plunderous thrust.
“There is zero chance now of exchanging this mattress for a partial refund,” I say in a mock solemn tone.
He laughs and leans in to kiss my raw and swollen lips. I feel guilty for the blooming purple bruise on the side of his throat.My teeth did that. But it’s his fault for shattering me. And he continues to tease my inner fire, rubbing our conjoined hands against the frisky throb of his erection.
“I need to replenish the supplies,” he says.“And make you a coffee. Hang here. I’ll be back in a few, K?”
“No!” I protest as he disentangles himself from our nested bodies. I feel warm, soothed, and safe. Still lost in the pleasure of newfound intimacy. “Stay with me.”
