Chapter 25 #2
I groan and arch my back, pressing myself against his hot, wet mouth. I can feel his stubble against the tender skin, and it adds a new, unexpected layer of sensation that only makes everything so much better.
My fingers curl against his shoulder, and my other hand is fisted in the sheets beside me. It feels amazing, like my whole body is finally waking up after being asleep—no, practically in a coma—for so many years.
But he’s just getting started. He moves from one breast to the other, making me squirm as he sends jolt after jolt of pure pleasure right down to my core.
“Oh fuck, that feels good,” I pant, arching my back to give him more.
“It’s about to get even better.”
I don’t have to wait long for that prediction to come true.
His mouth moves lower, down past my stomach, kissing a trail that leads straight down the middle.
My thighs are trembling before he ever even gets close to where they join, but he’s not rushing at all.
He’s taking his time and making sure to explore every inch of my body on the way down with one feathery-light kiss after another.
I can’t remember ever feeling like this. Even though he’s barely touching me, and his mouth hasn’t reached the place where I need him most, the anticipation is already enough to have me moaning and squirming.
When he finally gets down between my legs, he licks a strip up the inside of one thigh and then the other, alternating until my heart is beating so fast I can’t catch my breath.
“I’ve been dying to taste you.”
“I didn’t know. I would have… god, I don’t know what I would’ve done.”
“Now you know.” He leans in and flicks his tongue out to taste me, and I feel his warm breath against my core as he moans. “Fuck, you’re already so wet for me.”
“More,” I whimper. “I need more.”
The first few teasing licks of his tongue are soft and slow. Just enough to keep me moaning and grinding myself against him, but not nearly enough to do anything except leave me even more desperate than before.
But when he slips two fingers inside me and starts pumping them in and out while his mouth goes to work, I’m lost. The heat and the need and the pleasure are all bubbling up at the same time, and it’s almost too much, but I still can’t get enough.
“Oh fuck, Grant. Oh god. That’s so good. Please don’t stop. Right there, yes.”
“Damn, I love hearing you fall apart for me.” His voice is muffled against me. “Love the way you get so desperate.”
He’s relentless. His fingers are working some kind of magic, and his tongue is licking and flicking, circling my clit and then pressing against it until I see stars.
We’re only a few minutes in, and he already has me on the edge, hands fisted in the sheets, barely coherent as I babble and plead for him to keep going.
The only thing that snaps me back to reality is when he rolls over onto his back and carries me with him, making my whole world flip until I’m looking down at myself straddling his open mouth.
“Oh my god,” I murmur. My first instinct is to be embarrassed and self-conscious, to try to cover myself now that I’m so exposed.
“You’re doing great.” His hands grip my thighs. “I want you right here. I want you to come so hard I can taste every bit of you. You can do that, can’t you? Be a good girl and ride my face?”
I want to. God, I want to. I want to be a good girl for him and let him take control. But I’m not sure I know how.
“Yes you do,” he says, answering my thoughts.
Or… oh shit, how much of that did I say out loud?
“I’m telling you, you can do this. All you have to do is let go.
Just let yourself feel everything you’re feeling.
Don’t worry about what I think or whether you’re doing the right thing. Let yourself sink into it. Enjoy it.”
His words give me a little bit of courage. Enough, at least, that I can lower myself down until I feel the brush of his lips and the scratch of his stubble against my pussy.
“There you go. Just like that. Grab that headboard and ride my face. Yeah, my beautiful Hurricane. So good for me.”
The way he says the nickname, as if I’m some force of nature he’s watching with awe, is almost enough to make me come undone right here and now. I’m so close, but then his tongue and mouth pick right back up where they left off, and it feels so good that I don’t want it to end.
I buck against his mouth, shamelessly rubbing myself against him. That’s exactly what he seems to want, though, and he pulls me in closer to lick and suck even harder.
My hips are rocking in a steady rhythm now, and there’s nothing self-conscious or unsure about the way I’m riding his face and chasing the release I need so badly.
“I’m so close,” I moan, gripping the headboard for dear life as he thrusts his tongue inside me and then pulls it back out again.
“Good. Let go and come for me. Come for me right now.”
The noise that comes from my throat isn’t even close to being human.
It’s a low, guttural, almost feral sound.
But it’s a surrender too. I’m not fighting anymore.
I’m not trying to control myself. This is the sound of me giving in, letting myself go, and letting the pleasure roll over me like a tidal wave.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” I’m shaking as I chant the words, and my vision is starting to blur.
But Grant keeps going. He keeps me feeling nothing but pleasure as he pushes me to another orgasm immediately after the first one.
“My sexy little Hurricane,” he says, grinning up at me as he licks his lips. “I want to make you come like that every day.”
It sounds like the most wonderfully exhausting thing I’ve ever heard, but I don’t have time to answer him before my world flips on its head again.
“Grant, what—”
That’s all I get out before I’m on my back with a whoosh of breath as he positions himself over me.
“Sorry, but you didn’t seem to have much strength left,” he says, looking and sounding anything but sorry.
He leans in close to kiss me, slow and tender but just as deep as before, and I can’t stop my cheeks from flushing with heat when I taste myself on his tongue.
“You know how to make a girl feel special,” I say, surprising myself with how breathless I sound.
“I know you.” His eyes search mine. “And how special you are. But we’re not finished yet.”
My brain can’t imagine another mind-shattering orgasm like the two he’s just given me, but my core is already flooding with wet heat, ready for round two. Or three. Or whatever round we’re officially on right now.
“We’re not?” I nibble at my bottom lip, more and more on board with wherever he wants to take me.
A slow smile spreads across his face. “Nope. Not by a long shot.”