Ricochet by Cherry Adair

until she wiggled and shifted, growling him like some kind of feral beast when she didn’t get what she wanted. With an annoying, if strained smile, he tightened his arms around her.
    “ Here,” she gasped, barely able to get the words out. “Then on the bed. Then on the floor, than against the wal-“ Hannah arched as he gripped her butt in both hands, lifting her to press her down the length of that hardness, until she felt him slide deep inside. Sharp pleasure radiated through her as he filled her to the hilt. Stretched muscles clenched, and her body shook as she adjusted to feel him exactly where she wanted him. She was one hot, aching pulsation of need.
    “God,” he groaned, breathless, voice tight. “You feel fucking incredible.” He sank his teeth into the cords of her neck, his fingers merciless on the muscles of her ass as he pumped into her.
    She couldn’t answer; all she could do was shut her eyes, ride inner tremors and wait for the building tsunami. Panting with the effort, she moved faster as he clasped her ass. The small pain of his relentless grip melding into the intense sensations as his hips slammed against her inner thighs with a vengeance
    She gasped; a high , sharp sound as the first wave of pleasure broke over her She came hard, moaning as each swell slammed into her, making her clench, and shudder. This was more than a sexual relief that she’d been without for so long, it was an emotional cleansing. Still, it shocked the hell out of her when she suddenly burst into tears.
    Still moving inside her, Grayson cupped her face, wiping at the flood with fingers that shook, as he whispered brokenly, “God, Hannah-“
    This was beyond words, beyond even conscious thought. It was an avalanche of emotions. The years without him, the high emotions of the day, it was having him in her arms and a succession of amazing multiple O’s. Sweat joined the tears, she gasped as the coiling need ratcheted up again before she’d fully recovered from the last climax. Impossible to breathe. Tightening her arms around his neck, she buried her damp face against his throat.
    He pumped faster.
    “Wait, wait, wait,” she pleaded, tightening her arms around his shoulders, the sensation as it built, pleasure so sharp and exquisite she didn’t think she could handle more. She needed to come down before she was taken up again. Every nerve in her body pulsed and throbbed, her inner muscles clenched around his hard spar.
    He knew to ignore her plea, and his fingers scored her butt as he lifted her, then urged her down onto him again and again, sinking into her deeper, harder. Her muscles shook as she locked her ankles in the small of his back. Thrusting into her faster, he picked up the pace until they were both breathing hard, skin slick with sweat. He lifted her higher, then thrust harder, a hot juicy slide of intense pleasure that made her come again.
    Back arched, she clasped his length more tightly within her vaginal walls, moving with him as they rose and fell. Hannah splayed her hands on the shifting muscles of his back, hanging on for the ride. Everything disappeared. All she could do was feel. The hot ache inside her torqued tighter and tighter as Gray controlled the movement of her body so that she fell when he thrust, and rose when he withdrew. It was like dancing. Perfect synchronization.
    He knew exactly how to keep the tension high, how to sustain that almost peak that kept her on edge, begging for more. Every thrust, every parry, connected muscles, tendons and nerves, like a direct electrical current, to her nipples, her skin, her eyes, her arched throat.
    The lights were low as he carried her into the room, and followed her down on the bed, still deep inside her. Pushing her wet hair off her face he traced her cheek, then her chin. “You know I’m yours, have always been yours. Heart. Body, Soul. There hasn’t been a day that’s gone by, from the first moment I saw you skating down my driveway in that