CHAPTER 30 #3
“Yes,” I answer. “That, and a piece of me hopes and prays that there will be a day when she recognizes me, that she will hold my hand and just let us live in the moment, where we can paint together. Those sessions are few and far between, but fuck, Maple, when they do happen, it feels like one of the greatest moments in my life. Seeing her smile, seeing how proud of me she is. It’s…
it’s a feeling I will continue to chase, even as those moments grow fewer and fewer. ”
I can feel her tears on my chest as she lightly cries against me.
“Please don’t cry.”
“I’m sorry,” she says as she lifts up to look at me again. “It’s just…God, I can’t imagine feeling such agony. I hate that for you.”
I swipe at her cheeks, ridding her of tears.
“Could be worse, she could be completely gone, and I wouldn’t have any moments.
And it’s not all bad. There are days when she’s apprehensive, but she will still paint with me, side by side.
It just makes me sad that I can’t hug her or hold her hand, but it’s better than nothing. ”
Her lips meet mine in the faintest whisper of a kiss as she straddles me again, her hands smoothing over my shoulders. Her lips against my cheek now, she says, “You’re a good man, Graydon.”
“Could be better,” I say honestly. “You don’t know everything about me.
I have anger issues. I have a fuck ton of baggage, and if I were a better man, I would stand up right now and walk out your door, sparing you the struggle.
” My hands slide under her shirt and run up and down her sides.
“But I’m not a better man. I’m a selfish prick who set my eyes on something I shouldn’t have, and I’m going to take it anyway. ”
“You deserve me, Graydon.”
I shake my head. “I really fucking don’t, but that doesn’t mean I won’t try to be the man you deserve, because I will.”
She sighs, and then she brushes her lips against mine again, parting my mouth and delivering the sweetest open-mouthed kisses, allowing me to get lost in her.
Lost in the feel of her.
Lost in the moment of being able to cling to her after such a tough conversation.
My hands drag her shirt up and over her head, leaving her completely bare to me.
“Fuck,” I rasp as I fill my palms with her breasts and gently squeeze while my thumbs stroke her nipples back and forth.
She groans into my mouth, her hips sinking down on my hardening length while her hands dig into my hair, holding me in place but also making my skin tingle with every scrape along my scalp and thrust of her hips.
I release one of her breasts and stroke her spine until I reach her perfect ass. My fingers glide along her crack and then over the round globe, completely and utterly obsessed with her body and her curves.
When she releases my mouth, I flick my tongue at her nipple, licking and then sucking, loving how she arches her back.
I then explore her spine, feeling the curve in it as she allows me to suck on her breast, flicking my tongue over the point.
The strain in her back muscles is tantalizing, and I never would have thought that I’d become fascinated with such a thing, but here I am, getting turned on by the way she contorts her back.
“Fuck,” she whispers softly as she reaches between us and pulls my cock out of my boxer briefs.
In an instant, she’s pushing her clit against the hard ridge, pumping herself over me again and again while I suck at her, switching to the other breast and reveling in her nails biting into my skin and the moans falling past her lips.
“Yes, Graydon. God…yes.” Her hands fall to my shoulders now, her body moving faster as she holds on to keep herself steady.
She uses me.
Uses my cock.
Uses my strength to keep her on pace.
And I love every second of it.
“That’s it, beautiful,” I whisper. “Fuck me. Use me. Get off on me.”
“Yes,” she yells, her body growing stiffer, her muscles starting to strain. “Fuck, I’m right there, Graydon. I’m…oh fuck, I’m sorry.”
Her head buries in my shoulder, and she moans loudly as she comes all over my cock, riding out her orgasm along my length until she’s completely sated and falling into my body.
Jesus, that is the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced.
I kiss the side of her head. And then I lift her and place her face down on the couch.
She turns her head to look up at me as I release my cock the rest of the way from my boxer briefs and then start pumping, using her arousal on my cock as well as the precum running down the side of my length as lube to assist in my stroking.
I stare down at her ass, and as she looks back up at me, she smiles, then sticks her ass farther in the air.
Fuck.
Me.
My hand strokes harder, my breaths growing shorter.
“Come on my ass, Graydon. Claim me.”
“Fucking Christ,” I grumble as I lean forward, the sound of her voice as she practically begs me to come all over her sapping my ability to hold back.
I pump feverishly, over and over again, groans pulling from my chest, my gaze fixed on her round ass.
“That’s it, Graydon. Let me see you come.”
“Fuck!” I roar as my balls tighten, my cock swells, and in an instant, I’m spilling all over her ass, the droplets marking her as mine as I watch every last spurt fall on top of her smooth, sexy skin.
“Jesus fuck,” I groan, placing my hand on the back of the couch, steadying myself as my muscles ache with pleasure, my body so unsure of what the fuck is going on because I wasn’t even inside her, and I almost blacked out again.
After a few seconds, I lean forward and lightly kiss her lips. When I start to pull away, she brings me back to her face by gripping the back of my neck.
She places a ghost of a kiss, tender and sweet, on my mouth before letting go. I stare down at her in awe, my heart swelling in my chest.
How the fuck did I get this lucky?