Drive Me Wild - Melanie Harlow Page 0,37
was, watching him stride quickly back to his room. His naked back was perfection—the wide shoulders, the narrow waist, the perfect ass. My hands clenched into fists, eager to dig into that muscular flesh.
He returned a moment later, and the sight of him in the moonlight stole my breath. Good God, did any man deserve such physical perfection? I thought I might hyperventilate as he tore open the condom and rolled it onto his dick. My toes were curling already.
He knelt above me. “You’re so beautiful.”
“I was thinking the same of you.”
“No. I’m a dirty mechanic who can’t keep his hands to himself. Or his dick.”
I opened my knees a little wider. “Don’t tease me.”
He lowered his mouth to one breast, teasing my nipple with his tongue. He brought his hand to the other, filling his palm, flicking its stiff peak with his thumb. I groaned as he sucked and pinched and tormented me, my hands cradling his head, my body aching for him.
“Griffin, please,” I begged.
He finally gave in, inching into me slowly, his eyes closed, his mouth open. He growled and cursed, fighting for control.
I was struggling to breathe as he stretched and filled me, my body tightening up reflexively before it began to relax.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
“Yes. Are you?”
“I’m not sure. Give me a second.”
Inside me, I felt a single telltale throb, heard him mutter a string of curse words, and I laughed. “Close?”
“Shhh.”
Just to be wicked, I rocked my hips beneath his. “You’re so big it hurts,” I whispered in his ear. “But your body is making me crazy. I’ve never wanted anyone so badly in my life.”
“I knew you were trouble,” he said as I kissed his jaw, stroked his neck with my tongue, moved my hands to his lower back and down over his ass. “From the moment I saw you get out of that car, I swear to God I knew.”
“Are you going to punish me for it?” I teased, pulling him in deeper, making both of us gasp.
“You don’t know what you’re asking for, princess,” his voice gravelly with the struggle for control.
“Then I guess you better show me.”
It was like a switch in him flipped—his body roared to life above mine, and suddenly I found my wrists crossed and pinned above my head, my arms immobilized by his strength. He drove into me with deep, powerful thrusts—slowly at first, making me inhale sharply with every one. But somehow he was rough and commanding without being mean, and the pain began to blur with the pleasure of knowing everything I felt was at his whim. Knowing every ragged breath he took was for me. Knowing every agonizing groan meant he was torturing himself, holding back to make it last.
Sometimes he’d pause, buried to the hilt, and perform some magical spiraling motion with his hips that made my body hum with hunger and desire. The base of his cock rubbed against my clit and I couldn’t speak, couldn’t beg, couldn’t breathe. I struggled to get my arms free, to no avail. My head thrashed from side to side—he was so unbearably deep—everything within me tightening and tightening—my insides a vise around his cock—the tension in me rising to impossible heights—and then suddenly I was riding out the most intense and glorious orgasm I’d ever experienced.
Or maybe it was his climax I felt—deep and rhythmic and thunderous—the throbbing force behind it jarring my bones, shaking my core, tearing my body to pieces that scattered like stars all over the sky.
Was this even real?
I wasn’t sure—not even when he collapsed above me, not even when the scent of vanilla and Lava soap and sex mingled in my head, not even when he finally released my wrists and I could move my arms again.
It was only when he lifted himself off my chest and asked if I was okay that I felt myself returning to earth.
“I don’t know,” I said, still out of breath. “I might have just had an out-of-body experience.”
A laugh rumbled in his throat. “Well, I had an in-your-body experience. And it was fucking amazing. Sorry if it was too fast and you missed it.”
“It wasn’t, and I didn’t.” I rubbed my palms up and down his shoulders. “It was perfect. I’ve never felt an orgasm like that before. I don’t know what you did, but if my body has a language, you speak it.”
“Good.” He sounded smug. Dropping a kiss on my lips, he said, “I’ll be right back.”
He got off