And that’s all it takes to ignite the flame we’ve been toying with. Within seconds, Gunner pushes me onto the bed at my back. I scoot back on my elbows and revel in the sight of watching him crawl onto the bed.

He stops to kiss one of my calves.

Then another kiss to the opposite knee.

A playful bite on the side of my hip.

Then a soft suck on one of my nipples before his lips meet mine again.

My body writhes in desperation to have him. To feel him. To give him the same type of pleasure he just gave me.

Gunner kisses slowly at first. Softly. Each time our lips meet, the hunger intensifies. A tinge of desperation morphs into an all-out onslaught of need and greed until I’m spreading my legs and lifting my hips, practically begging him.

“Please.”

Thankfully he obliges when he leans up on his knees and places his hands on the backs of my legs as he settles between my thighs.

His first push in is indescribable. Equal parts burn and bliss as my body stretches to accommodate him in all his engorged glory. We both groan in pleasure. I arch my back and close my eyes to revel in the sensations he just created.

From there it only gets better. His hands find my hips. My fingers grip the sheets. The delicious stretch as he thrusts in, running the crest of his cock over every sensitized nerve within before pulling back out and doing it all over again.

We move in sync. Two bodies pushing for the same release. Two people reveling in the chemistry that has led to this.

He leans over to pull my nipple into his mouth, which makes him bottom out completely within me. We both still at the sensation, and he grinds his hips against mine a few times. The breathtaking sensations of him being in me, and his mouth being on me, push me toward the edge.

“Yes. Again,” I demand in the most sex-drugged voice as the sensations try to pull me back under the haze of lust and desire.

“You like that?” he says as he grinds again, hitting and re-hitting the spot within that makes me go mad.

My mewl fills the room. It’s all I can use to describe the sound I make as my orgasm bears down on me with a freight train-intensity I’ve never felt before. My body’s electrified. From my core to my toes to my head.

My breath is shallow and my head dizzy as my muscles pulse uncontrollably around Gunner.

“Fuck, that feels incredible,” he groans. His fingers dig into my hips as he tries to maintain control.

But I don’t want him in control anymore. I want him to lose his tight grasp on restraint, so I push him by purposely tightening myself around him.

“Chase. Good God.” And those are the last coherent words he utters.