Page 77 of Shades of Grey & Gold

My eyes are still locked on hers and as my grip tightens, my hips rock in slow motion, and she arches again, pressing her pussy against me.

I groan, “Tell me, Max.”

“Or what?”

Fire tracks down my neck, hitting my toes and shooting adrenaline back up to the base of my spine.

A small smirk plays on her lips and I’m not sure I remember my own name. My mouth feels dry. But I don’t think my cock has ever been this hard.

I spin her around so fast her hands grab for purchase on my shoulders, digging her nails into the muscles.

White heat spreads through my body as I stalk down the hallway. Every step is certain, and my eyes don’t leave hers as I press her back into the door of my bedroom. It doesn’t budge. I turn us around, my back to the door, and I don’t even feel the impact. I plant my foot, kicking back one time near the edge and it splinters open, crashing against the wall, bouncing off my shoulder as I walk us steadily into the room.

“You caveman! You’re going to fix that!” Max leans back in my arms, looking over her shoulder. One finger points at the door with fragments of the door jamb hanging off, giving me a perfect view of her exquisite tits, perfect handfuls close enough to—

I pull a pink nipple between my lips and suck. I’m rewarded with a groan and her hands wrapping around my head as I run my tongue over the tight nub and pull back, letting my teeth graze as it pops from my mouth.

“Fuck,” I growl and turn, throwing her on top of the big white pillows and matching quilt of the bed. “I…”

Words escape me as I finally get to take in her naked body splayed in front of me.

Her dark locks spread around her face like a halo; her smile pulled lightly between her teeth. The type of earth-shaking beauty that artists like Botticelli yearned for, craved to capture in paint forever. Every curve catches the golden light from the sun streaming through the open window.

My hand comes up to rub my mouth and jaw, and I think I’m stunned.

I could not have imagined a moment as good as this one—as hard as I might have tried years ago.

This stunning woman, smart, gorgeous, feisty, a dreamer and passionate about all the right things.

My fucking light.

“If I promise to never apologize,” she says it so slowly like she knows I can barely hear a word she says over the vision of her in front of me, with one hand resting on her breast and the other going lower to cup herself. “Will you fuck me?”

The moment passes and the inferno flashes through me again.

I crawl towards her, kissing my way up her legs for the second time today. The quilt is cold against the blaze running through me. I kiss the inside of her knee, then the other, then higher—slowly, making a silent promise in my head to kiss this exact spot every day of the rest of my life if she will let me.

I glance down at her magnificent face, grinning at me expectantly. She’s all gold light and breath and dare.

“Condom?” I ask, voice rough.

“Yes.” A whisper-sure nod.

Foil tears. I roll it on, eyes on her the whole time. “I’ll stop the second you say. And you will—if you need me to stop.”

“I know and I promise.” Her hand slides into my hair, softly, like I’m something that could break, and God, she might break me. “I promise all the things, Cal.”

I line us up, stroking myself once because fuck, she’s too good. And I pause, her slick entrance pressing against the head of my cock. One palm spread at her hip, the other meets her ribcage where her heartbeat pulses against my thumb.

“Breathe with me.”

And she does—one, two, three—and I ease in, slow, slower, watching her face after each breath. I’m struggling to control the slow pace the deeper I go, pulling out slightly before I push in a little more each time, and I can feel her walls clenching around me.

“Fuck,” I groan, leaning my forehead on her shoulder for half a beat, then looking back into her eyes.

Her mouth parts; her hand tightens around my bicep, her nails digging underneath my arm, rocketing the pleasure.

A moan leaves her lips like a secret, like something she can barely get out. I lift my hand, taking her small wrist and pinning it above her head. Heat and the soft satin of the pillows and her stretching around me makes the room tilt.