CHAPTER 42 #3
She sits on my bed in a set of lavender lingerie. “You don’t need to show me anything, Graydon.” Her fingers drag across my scruff. “I know how you feel.”
“I don’t think you do,” I say as I stand and pull my shirt off, then push my pants and boxer briefs down while taking off my shoes and socks. Her eyes fall to my cock, already straining between my legs.
I tug on her hand and have her stand, then I undo the clasp of her bra and let it fall to the floor before kneeling again and dragging her underwear off her.
When I move back up her body, I allow my mouth to trail across her skin, my hands skimming her flesh as I go until I reach her face.
I cup her cheeks and bring my mouth to hers, where I torturously kiss her, moving slowly, showing this woman how much she means to me.
She gasps when our tongues collide, and I gently wrap my arms around her and lower her to the bed, pulling her up along the mattress and resting her head on the pillow.
I pepper her jaw and neck with kisses, moving over her collarbone, to her chest, and right to her breasts, where I bring her hardened nipple into my mouth while I cup her other breast at the same time.
“God,” she whispers as her chest shifts beneath me.
Her legs spread, and my cock twitches from the movement, but this isn’t about me. This is about her.
I switch to her other breast, where I let my tongue swirl around the hardened nub before sucking it between my lips.
“Yes, Graydon.” Her hips lift off the bed and against me, looking for friction. And normally, I would torture her and not give her what she wants, but not today. I want my girl satisfied. I want her to know just how grateful I am for her in my life.
“You tell me what you want, beautiful. Anything, it’s yours.”
“You,” she says, her hand playing in my hair. “All I want is you.”
Same.
Forever, Maple.
I want you forever.
I kiss down her stomach and move between her legs, where I press my lips below her belly button, to her pelvic bone, and then right on top of her arousal.
She moans and spreads her legs farther, pulling her knees up and giving me better access.
I run my nose along her slit, taking in her essence, the scent of her like a goddamn drug. I spread her with my fingers and then drag my tongue over her clit on a long, languid stroke that has her relaxing into the mattress.
“Just like that,” she whispers.
I listen, continuing the pace of my tongue while smoothing my hands over her inner thighs, letting my thumbs stroke just around her arousal, attempting to make her feel everything. From pleasure…to…love.
I want her to know she’s cherished.
Important.
My woman.
“Fuck,” she says as she tenses. “Faster, Graydon.”
I do one more slow stroke, then I pick up my pace, flicking my tongue over her clit, creating a humming vibration with my mouth at the same time. It seems to kick up the lust pulsing through her because her breathing picks up and her hand starts to tug on my hair.
The tension coiling through her only drives me to work harder, bring her to the edge, and give her exactly what she needs.
“God…oh God, Graydon. Right there, baby. Please don’t stop.”
My skin tingles from the sound of her voice calling me ‘baby.’
My tongue drives harder against her clit.
And my cock presses against the mattress, begging for friction, for her.
For her warmth.
But I keep my focus on her, driving my tongue against her, heightening her climax, bringing her to the edge, where I slow down for a moment, flattening my tongue and dragging out the pleasure.
“No,” she says in a frustrated tone. “I’m right there. Please make me come.”
As if she has to ask me twice.
I go back to intensely swiping against her clit in short, fast strokes as she tenses around me.
Her back arches.
Her mouth falls open.
And her hands grip the comforter beneath her as she rears her chest up, and a long, sexy moan falls out of her mouth as she clenches around me and climaxes.
“Oh fuck,” she calls out, her hips flying against my tongue as she rides out her orgasm.
And I fucking love it. I love that she uses me like this and doesn’t even think twice about it.
When she finally settles down and falls into a calming breath, I hover over her and rest my lips against her neck, kissing her softly. Then her jaw. Her cheek. Her forehead.
The tip of her nose.
Lightly against her lips.
And then as a smile peeks out over her lips, I bring my cock to her entrance, running the head over her slit and feeling just how much I satisfied her.
“I want to be inside you, beautiful. I need it.”
“Then take me,” she answers, her stunning eyes meeting mine.
Maintaining eye contact, I slide myself inside her warmth, taking it slow because even though I’ve been inside her several times, she still needs to adjust to me, and fuck, is it amazing. She’s still pulsing from her orgasm, the slightest contractions barely squeezing my cock.
I lower to my forearms and gently push her hair back as I settle inside her.
“You take my goddamn breath away,” I say, observing the swell of her lips and the headiness in her eyes. “Nothing will ever be better than this feeling I get when I’m with you. Inside you.” I lightly thrust, listening to the addicting sigh that slips past her lips. “I want this to last forever.”
Her eyes sparkle.
Her hands wrap around my neck.
And she pulls me down to her mouth, where she makes out with me, letting her tongue slide against mine and tangle with it.
I let my hands travel all over her body, feeling her soft, warm skin.
Dragging over her sides.
Her breasts.
Her thighs.
I commit her curves to memory. I revel in the feel of her beneath me. And I vow at this moment to always protect her. To keep her close to me. To make sure I never fuck this up and to be the man she deserves.
Because today, she showed me the kind of woman she is, the kind of woman I don’t deserve. But I will steal her from the rest of the world because that’s how damn selfish I am.
“Fuck,” she says as she pulls away, her back arching. “I need…more.”
“Anything you want,” I whisper, then kiss down her neck, nibbling my way to her collarbone as I start to move in and out of her. The friction immediately pulls the muscles in my body to tense into my core.
I bite across her skin, marking her as mine.
I thrust into her powerfully, claiming her cunt.
And I whisper her name, reminding her who she belongs to.
“More,” she says, her fingers digging into my shoulder.
But I want to keep it slow.
I want to make love to her.
I want her to fucking remember this day.
But from the tug on my hair and her fingernails biting into my skin, I know I have to give her what she wants because that’s what I swore I would do.
So I sit up on my knees, then take her legs, straighten them, and hold them in front of me in a V position.
I nestle right up against her, garnering a deeper connection.
I grip her legs, just above her ankles, and start thrusting my hips, driving farther inside her and hitting that glorious spot that makes her squeeze around me involuntarily.
“Oh…fuck!” she shouts, her hands falling to her breasts. “Yes, Graydon. Right there, oh my God, baby. Please…more.”
I grunt from her response, my body starting to sweat as I drive into her. My skin tingles with awareness, and my legs start to go numb as my climax tugs on my spine.
“Fuck, beautiful. I’m…I’m close.”
“Same.” She bites down on her lower lip, her eyes squeeze shut, and she moans, her body right on the edge.
“Look at me,” I say. “Eyes on me, beautiful, when you come.”
Her eyes shoot open, her mouth parts, and her body tenses just as she shouts, “Graydon…fuck!”
And then she unravels, her gaze on me the entire time, and that’s all it takes to put me over the edge.
My muscles still, then twitch…
My balls tighten.
My cock swells, and then I bust inside her with a roar that could probably be heard throughout San Francisco.
“Jesus fuck!” I cry out, my orgasm pulsing over and over again, up and down my spine as she contracts around my cock until we’re both completely sated. “Shit,” I whisper and then lower her legs and climb on top of her, my cock still very much inside her.
I twist us slightly to the side so my weight is not on her, and I kiss her forehead, cupping the back of her neck and holding her close.
She kisses me on my chest, holding me just as close, the embrace making me feel so safe, so comforted, like this is where I belong.
I’m falling in love, right here, with her in my arms.
I can feel the spiral of my heart.
The tumbling of my soul, trying to stitch together with hers.
This desperate, consuming need to never let her go hitches onto my subconscious.
I love her.
I fucking love this woman, and I want to scream it.
I want to whisper it.
I want her to know exactly how I feel.
How she completes me.
How she is the missing piece of my life that I didn’t know I was searching for until she showed up.
But I can’t. Not this soon. I don’t want to scare her away.
I don’t want her thinking I’m only feeling this because of what happened with my mom.
No, I’ve been feeling this for a while, but today solidified those feelings.
Today was the stark realization that no matter what I do in this life, the greatest accomplishment I will ever have is making sure I keep Maple happy.
Her happiness is all that matters to me.
Because if she’s happy, then I’m swimming in goddamn joy.
And the feeling of joy, the consuming, elated feeling of it pulsing through my veins, attaching to my bones and making me feel light as a feather…it’s a feeling I never want to let go of because it’s what’s been missing in my life ever since my mom’s accident.
I don’t want it to ever leave.
Which means I need to do everything in my power to protect her, keep her close, and bring her joy.
“Are you okay?” she asks, her hand caressing my chest.
“Fucking perfect,” I say, kissing her forehead.
“Are you sure? You seem quiet.”
“Just processing,” I say as I slip out of her but then turn to my back and let her curl up next to me. I keep my arm protectively around her the entire time.
“Processing the day?”
“Yeah.” I kiss her again, unable to rid myself of this need to claim her over and over again.
“Thank you for letting me be a part of it. I know it was meaningful for you, but you allowed me into a moment that is incredibly private to you, and that means so much to me, Graydon.” She lifts up to look at me. “Truly, I will forever cherish the time and clarity I had with your mom.”
Jesus Christ, how did I get so lucky?
She’s thanking me?
When she’s the one who flipped my entire world upside down today?
“You don’t need to thank me, Maple. I’m forever in your debt after today. The way my mom looked at you…” I shake my head. “I’ll never forget it.”
Just thinking about my mom’s smile, her laugh…once again, it brings tears to my eyes, and Maple notices them immediately.
“Like I said…it meant everything to me,” I say as one single tear rolls down my cheek.
She kisses it away and then rubs her thumb over my scruff.
“It meant everything to me too, Graydon.”