Eligible Receiver (Men of Fall #3)- S.R. Grey Page 0,27

grasp his full length. “So much I can’t even find the words.”

As I begin stroking, Lars rasps, “It’s yours, Becca. I’m yours.”

Gah!

I just want to jump him.

But I also want to remember every second of what’s about to occur.

“I don’t want to rush this,” I share as I lift his long-sleeved tee, exposing the most sculpted, ripped abs I think I’ve ever seen. “I need to savor every inch of you.”

“You took the words right out of my mouth,” he replies, chuckling. “But it’s going to be me savoring you.”

“How about we both do a lot of savoring?” I suggest as I stretch out across his hard body.

“That works for me,” he murmurs, his hand winding into my hair. “We should get started right away. No more talking, yeah?”

I nod. “Yes, no more talking.”

There isn’t much from there. We’re too busy removing and tossing aside clothes, kissing each newly exposed bit of skin, sometimes licking, sometimes nipping, and sometimes tasting.

But always, always savoring.

At Last

With every touch of her skin, every taste of her body, you’d think I’d be sated.

But no, I can’t get enough of Becca.

“I want you so badly,” I tell her.

We’re bare, my body pressed to hers. She’s coming apart from the things I just did to her with my mouth.

“So take me,” she whispers, her voice thick with lust as she arches her back. “I’m going to die if you don’t, Lars. I swear that I will.”

I think she believes that.

Maybe I do too.

“You’re still shaking,” I note, caressing her cheek.

“That’s because I’m ready for you. I have been for a while. I am so ready.”

The tip of my cock is right where it needs to be, nudging at her warm folds.

I press in a little and she accepts me, gasping out my name.

She then begs for more.

I need no more invitation than that.

I have only so much strength to drag this out.

So I finally plunge into her warmth.

And she… is… perfection.

Becca cries out in pleasure, gripping me with her arms and with her pussy.

“More,” she groans.

I give her even more.

I give her all of me.

I don’t mean just my body.

I give her my heart.

But wait, she already has that.

“Lars, Lars, Lars,” she chants in rhythm with my thrusting.

Fuck, I’m about to explode.

I have to slow things down.

I don’t want this to end, not yet.

Cupping one of her breasts, I kiss along her silky, smooth neck.

I really do want to love her slowly, with all the caring and devotion I feel.

Has it ever been this good with anyone else?

Never.

This is true love.

This is life.

I whisper sweet nothings in Becca’s ear as she moves with me. It’s just her and I on this snowy night, loving each other on a heart-shaped bed in a love-themed motel room.

I almost start to laugh, but I can only smile.

I realize finding this place, the unexpected change in the weather, it’s all been destined.

We are destined.

“I want to stay inside you forever,” I admit.

It’s the truth.

“I wish you could,” Becca replies.

A shift of my hips and I hit a new spot that brings her to climax.

I follow shortly thereafter.

Sadly, I can’t stay inside her forever.

But we still have the rest of the night.

I plan to have Becca in as many ways and positions as we can think of.

Turns out, that is quite a lot.

Yes, I Freaking Love Snow

I’ve hated snow pretty much my entire life. But right now, on this night, I love the freaking white stuff.

Why the change?

Because it’s this snow that doesn’t seem to want to let up that’s allowing us to create our own snowed-in love nest.

So yes, I now love snow.

I giggle as I stretch and think about how this motel sure has lived up to its name. I bet this heart-shaped bed hasn’t seen this much action in ages. I mean, sure, no doubt a lot of people have loved in, and on, the silky pink sheets prior to Lars and me.

But I doubt many, if any, have kept pace with us.

“I think we’re breaking records,” I say to Lars, gasping as I feel him pushing into me from behind.

I don’t know how many times we’ve had each other the past several hours, but it’s been a lot.

Still, it’s never enough.

“We’re making up for lost time,” he rasps in my ear.

“That we are,” I agree, pressing my ass back against him so he can slide in all the way.

I moan, lost once more in an ecstasy I didn’t know possible.

There’s no more talking, only moving, pleasure, and