15. Grant
15
GRANT
Grant
“ M e too,” Elise panted as she reared back from my kiss.
Her blue eyes shone so bright with desire, and I didn’t miss the impatience in them. She furrowed her brow, almost as though she regretted saying that.
“I want you, Grant.” She licked her lips, and I growled as I dove back in for another kiss. This one was longer, slower, but with all the potent need that I felt in the force of her arching up to me.
I spent a long time earlier trying to tame my hard-on for her. Fingering her and making out with her in the ocean had me painfully stiff. And now, with just that first kiss again, I was aching to fill her with my dick.
She rubbed against me, noticing my erection prodding at her stomach. Instead of flinching or acting like this was scandalous, she moaned and pushed harder into me.
“I can’t believe I said that,” she said as I trailed kisses along her jawline, toward her ear. “I can’t believe I finally admitted it.”
Her hands weren’t idle in this rush to our getting closer. I’d die if I didn’t have her flush to me, her bare skin sliding against mine. She dragged her hands over my shoulders where she’d set them and stroked them down over my chest. With greedy, clumsy fingers, she tried to undo the buttons on my shirt.
I paused in kissing her, keeping my hands on the sexy curve between her back and that luscious ass. “What do you mean, finally?”
She moaned, yanking on my shirt. Turning to chase my mouth, she pulled me in for another kiss. It was too sweet. Too bold. Too damn addicting to taste her sassy mouth. As we resumed kissing, I tried to catch up to her in removing our clothes.
It was fast. Too fast. And I already knew this first time of getting her naked would be over too soon. The next time, after we’d gotten over the shock of giving in, that time would be my opportunity to savor every second and worship every inch of her gorgeous body.
We groped and tugged, frantic and rushed to get our clothes off. Our lack of coordination could’ve been comical in any other circumstances—circumstances such as when my dick wasn’t about to explode with a premature climax.
I growled at the delay. Taking her hands, I curled them tighter on my shirt so we could rip it apart together. Buttons flew. They pinged on the floor and scattered, but she grinned with those kiss-swollen lips at the revelation of my chest.
“What do you mean, finally?” I asked again, determined to get an answer as she pushed the fabric off.
“I had such a stupid crush on you when we first met.”
“ Had ?”
She nodded, kissing me as she worked on getting me topless. “It’s grown into rabid lust.”
I smiled, sliding my fingers over her stomach as I focused on getting this damn skirt off. I had the material pushed down a bit over her hips, but she had other goals in mind. She lifted both of her arms. Her breasts lifted, thrust out at me. With her hands in the air over her head, she reminded me of the stretch.
“You have no idea,” I growled as I followed the cue to grip the hem of her shirt. “You have no idea how much I love when you stretch at your desk.”
She smirked as I dragged her shirt halfway up her stomach.
“That stretch…” I pulled the fabric higher and over her head, but I left it banding around her arms. Free to lower to her bra, I unclasped the lacy scrap and let it flutter to the floor. “Torture,” I told her. She didn’t reply, too busy gasping at the touch of my mouth closing over her nipple.
She thrust into me, urging me to lick, suck, and nip more. Between both of her heavy, generous tits, I lavished her with all my attention, cupping the swells and flicking my thumb over the turgid peaks, then dragging my tongue around her sensitive flesh.
Rocking up to me, she ensured that I didn’t stop. But too soon, I grew impatient to take all of her.
“Please, Grant. Don’t stop.”
I did, though. After I removed her shirt from her arms and she lowered them, I took hold of her sides and tossed her back to the bed. I followed her down, settling my hungry mouth over hers again as we both fumbled and fought to get the rest of our clothes off in a mad scramble on the bed.
One tentative stroke over her pussy had my fingers coming away wet and sticky. A single grip of her hand on my cock had me tensing my abs and grunting into her lips.
“I’ve spent years wondering…” I groped for my shorts, hurrying to grab the condom in there. “Wishing?—”
“Me too,” she agreed before giving me a sweet whimper of impatience. Scooting back on the bed to make more room for me, she widened her legs to welcome me closer. With every pump of her hand up and down on my dick, I worried I couldn’t hold off.
“I won’t last,” I warned her. I'd already invested so much time fantasizing about her.
“Me neither.” She grabbed the condom from my hand as soon as I found it. Kissing her, I braced myself over her warm, slightly sunburned body. I rested on my forearms to sweep my tongue through her mouth. For as long as it took her to roll the condom on me, I realized I was distracting her with my mouth.
I hadn’t experienced nearly enough time to have my lips on hers and sampling her sweet, succulent flesh. But I would.
Next time. And the next. And the next again.
The moment I was sheathed, I shifted on the bed to accommodate her lining my dick up to her slippery pussy.
I had to focus on the now. Right here. This moment. Lowering my hips with a steady, slow grind that pushed her deeper on the mattress, I slid into her tight heat. She sucked me in, her pussy so greedy to swallow me deep.
“Grant!” she cried out once I hit as far as I could go.
Riding through the zing of desire, this thrill of being seated in her, I pulled back and thrust into her again. My balls slapped against her sticky skin, but I needed more. More tension. More of an angle to really fuck her hard.
I lifted her right leg, keeping her thigh up as I drove into her over and over and over.
She framed my face, securing me so she could kiss me until I feared I’d pass out. My heart raced to keep up with the exertion of fucking her so suddenly and roughly. It beat so wildly at the bone-deep satisfaction that we were actually—finally—doing this.
True to my word, I didn’t last long. My balls tightened. A sharp tension streaked up from the base of my spine. I was going to come, now .
True to her word, she didn’t have much resistance, either. She lifted her other leg to wrap it around my waist, locking me in close to slam home in her sweet, wet entrance. The first waves of her orgasm came with slight flutters that gripped my cock tighter.
“Oh, Grant,” she shouted before she mewled that sexy-as-hell sound.
It was all I needed to lose it. Hearing her reacting to my filling her like this, those breathy, husky moans and sounds, it pushed me over the edge with her.
Coming together as one, we stiffened and clutched at each other. The pain of yearning for her morphed into utter bliss. Relief coursed through me as I jerked and thrust one last time. I filled the condom, the only layer between us.
She shivered, breathing so hard beneath me as she rode out her orgasm. At the quivering motion of her legs, I dragged my hands over the swell of her ass until I gripped her thigh.
Then as one, connected and sated from the rush to get naked and come, I rolled her so she lay draped over me.
She sighed, almost like she had in the ocean when I made her come earlier.
Again, I smiled and hugged her close.
There was no going back from crossing this line.
And I didn’t regret a single second of the euphoria she caused me to feel.
This wasn’t just sex. We weren’t just messing around.
With my dick still deep inside here, I felt like we’d made love.
Not for the first time, if I had anything to say about it.