“F u c k,” He grits, breathing heavily.
With one hand, he tugs his shirt over his head, revealing a body so muscular and perfect that when he comes down on me again, the delicious drag, the impossible friction of his muscular chest on my peaks has me gasping.
I wasn’t at all prepared when his long and large finger slipped inside me. My eyes fluttered close, his name leaving my lips. "A-Ajax..."
“Say it again. Say my name again.” He urged, his finger deep and hitting something that had me gripping his strong shoulders. “Say it…”
“Ajax!” I nearly squeaked when he slipped another finger inside.
He lets out a grunt of approval, his fingers awarding me with a rhythm that has my legs trembling. Just when I think I can’t hold on much longer, he pulls his hand away. I lifted my head up, c
