with his thumb and pointer finger and then pokes his other pointer finger inside it, pulling out and repeating the motion several times.
“See?” He grins, all teeth and tenacity. “Connection.”
I push at his chest and laugh. “I’ll give you connection.”
Will growls and reaches around my back, squeezing my arse before sliding my body across the benchtop into his. I gasp, my core a flutter of desire as I lock my ankles behind his back.
Searching his stormy sex eyes, I want to ask one more time if he’s sure I’m worth the sacrifice, but it’s as if he knows what I’m thinking, his pinched expression saying I should shut the hell up and focus on the fact that his cock is now pressing my clit.
Pushing the thought out of my mind, I surrender and rock into him, reaching down to cup my hand over his erection and giving him a light squeeze. He growls again, threads his hand into my hair, and pulls me to his mouth, his kiss hungry as he rocks his cock into the palm of my hand, hard and unapologetic.
Will’s tongue sweeps mine a little faster, a little messier, and all I want is to feel his silky warm skin against mine.
Lifting his T-shirt over his head, I let him take over and remove it while I unbutton the top of my sleep shirt. He tosses his shirt on the floor then coaxes the lapels of mine apart, his fingers skating across my breasts. My nipples peak, and I dig my heels into his arse and grab at the buckle of his jeans, frustrated as I fumble with the zip.
“Off,” I demand, pushing the denim over his arse and down his legs.
Will kisses my neck and nibbles my earlobe, his lips featherlight as he trails them down my body, over my collarbone, and between my breasts, a growl emanating from his throat when his teeth snag the centre of my bra.
“Off,” he mumbles, sliding my shirt from my shoulders as I reach back and unhook the clasp of my bra.
I remove it and lean back on my hands, legs spread, chest bare.
“Fuck me, you’re beautiful,” he says, cupping my breasts
Will rubs the pads of his thumbs over my nipples before leaning down and sucking one into his mouth. My nerve-endings fizzle to life, heat surging my body so fast I almost combust.
Gasping, my head falls back, and I arch into him as he swaps breasts then runs his hands along my thighs, pushing up the hem of my shirt.
“Touch me,” I beg, not recognising my voice or the words coming out of my mouth. I’ve never begged anyone to touch me.
He presses his finger to my clit.
My pulse spikes.
My underwear sticks to my skin.
He groans, so I rock against his finger and bite my lip, my heavy-lidded eyes holding his.
Will doesn’t hesitate and tears my panties down my legs, spreads my knees apart, and leans forward, his tongue a continuous, delicious lash.
A moan so arduous and filthy sweeps past my lips, my back bowing as I grip the edge of the benchtop. Will props my feet on his shoulders then slides two fingers inside me, his lips and beard glistening as he smiles like a greedy devil. I want to smile too, but I can’t, the pressure and sensation with each slide, twitch, and flick almost too much to bear.
“Will,” I pant.
He plunges his fingers deeper, brows drawn, muscles tense, his fingertips stroking the perfect spot. Heat explodes all over my body, and I cry out, writhing uncontrollably.
“That’s it, sweetheart.” He pumps me over and over, slower and slower until he slides his fingers out, yanks his underwear down, and presses the tip of his cock against my clit, using his hand to rub it against me so fast another climax hits me like a thunderbolt.
“Oh God!” I scream as he lets go, drives into me, rears back, and drives in again, his hands gripping my hips as his body slams mine like a drumbeat—quick, fast, relentless, his rhythm perfect.
Will roars, dirty and guttural, and I almost come again just from the sheer sexiness of it. Everything about him is wild and animalistic—the ink etched across his skin, the sweat-dampened hair on his chest, the heavy and hooded look in his eyes. He’s no clean-cut, prim and proper Prince Charming, and I sure as hell don’t want him to be. Not now, not ever.
His eyes meet mine and sparkle as he smiles, our breathing laboured, and just