29. #5
The silence afterward made me painfully aware of both of us.
I reached behind me until I found his hands.
His fingers curled instinctively around mine, but I separated them and guided them forward, placing his palms against my thigh.
Grant exhaled near my ear.
I felt him behind me, close enough now that the remaining space between us seemed ridiculous.
"Kiss me."
One hand stayed exactly where I'd placed it. The other rose toward my neck, warm fingers settling carefully along the side rather than closing around it. He turned my head just enough for me to meet him as he bent toward me.
His mouth found mine in the dark.
There was nothing tentative about the kiss.
Whatever restraint he'd been exercising didn't disappear, but I could feel it straining beneath the surface.
His mouth moved hungrily against mine while his palm remained against my thigh, exactly where I'd put it.
I reached back, finding his neck and pulling him closer as the kiss deepened, my breathing growing uneven against his.
His hand still didn't move.
I covered his hand that was on my thigh with mine and slowly guided it higher until his hands palmed my center.
The kiss broke just enough for me to breathe.
"Touch me."
I stepped to the side letting my legs open wider for him. Two of Grants fingers rubbed against my folds, the feeling alone making my legs want to buckle. His fingers found my clit and he rubbed it slowly.
A soft moan escaped my lips, "Grant." The feeling stopped me from being able to kiss him back. My head rested against his shoulder
He had just started, but I already felt close. Grant's fingers slid lower, teasing at my entrance before delving inside. I cried out, my walls clenching around his fingers as he began to thrust. His other hand left my neck and moved to my clit.
My breathing rose rapidly into high pitched moans as he rubbed my clit in circles, matching the rhythm of his finger thrusts.
I pushed my thighs together unable to take it anymore you.
"You said you wanted me to touch you, right? Spread your legs baby," the sound of his voice made me quickly oblige to him. I opened my legs wider for him. "Such a good girl," he groaned, kissing my shoulder.
His touch against my clit grew firmer, pressing down on it. My back arched involuntarily while I cried out as the orgasm ripped through me, wrenching every last bit of control I had over my body.
Grant held onto my waist knowing my legs felt like they were going to buckle under me. I turned facing him wrapping my arms around his neck.
"Let's go to the bed."
He hoisted me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist. Despite the room being pitch black Grant knew exactly when to stop us in front of the bed.
My lips found his again, and a groan slipped from my mouth as it opened against his.
Grant took advantage immediately, his tongue meeting mine and coaxing it into his mouth before his lips closed around it.
The kiss turned messier, wetter, until I could feel the evidence of it slipping past the corner of our mouths and along his chin.
I broke our kiss this time, lingering close enough that my lips still brushed his when I spoke. "I want you to lay on the bed."
Grant listened without hesitation. He lowered me carefully until my feet touched the floor, then stepped away from me and moved toward the bed.
It couldn't have been more than a few seconds before I heard the mattress shift beneath his weight.
Without him against me, I immediately noticed the absence of his warmth.
The cool air settled over the places his body had been pressed against mine, leaving me almost impatient to close the distance again.
I got on top of the bed feeling around until my hand stopped on his knee. I smoothed my hand over him until I found his dick. He groaned loudly, a quiet whimper. His hand moved to cover mine.
"I didn't say you could touch me," his hand left mine and fell back onto the bed. There was a powerful feeling in being the one to control what was happening and it only turned me on more.
I slowly moved my hand up and down his length. I lowered myself to kiss his bottom lip and breathed with him, he let out a jagged groan into my mouth.
I let my hand leave his length and I braced them on his shoulders and I threw a leg around his center. I lowered myself on top of him, a choked moan escaped both of our lips as I began to move.
I moved up and down slowly, my teeth taking a hold of my bottom lip. I could feel him throbbing inside me and it only made me want my orgasm more.
Instinctively one of his hands moved from the bed to my thighs, but I grabbed his wrist, moving it back to the bed and keeping it there. A groan left his mouth. I leaned forward my hands taking a hold of his head board, so I could move faster.
The only sounds in the room were the sounds of our skin slapping, panting, and the slight banging of the headboard. I could tell by Grants groans that it was killing him to not touch me. I reached for one hand letting him cup my breast, while I took his other hand and put his thumb in my mouth.
His hips started to push forward against me, but I let him get away with it.
He hit something deep inside me and I clenched down on him.
My thighs began to tremble again, the muscles twitching out of control as I collapsed forward, burying my face in the headboard, breath coming in short, sharp gasps and moans.
He didn't stop under me, he moved his hands until they were on my waist, hauling me to stay on him as he chased his own release.
With a few hard deep thrusts, his entire body went rigid beneath me, his grip on my hips tightening almost painfully.
With a guttural groan, he came, his dick pulsing inside you, filling me with his release.
For a few seconds afterward, neither of us moved. My breathing was still uneven as I stayed above him, my palms resting against the headboard. I could feel the rise and fall of his chest beneath me.
One of his hands traveled slowly up my back before he pulled me closer, and I went willingly, lowering myself against him until my cheek rested near his shoulder.
His lips found the side of my face first, then the corner of my mouth as I turned toward him.
I found his lips mostly by feel, smiling when our noses bumped before I managed it, and the kiss that followed was nothing like the hungry ones from earlier. It was slow and lazy, but comforting.
I used all my strength to push myself up so he could pull himself out of me and I shifted beside him.
Grant helped me settle against his chest.
I couldn't see his face. I couldn't see my own body either, and maybe that made it easier to stay exactly where I was without immediately searching for something to feel self-conscious about.
There was only the warmth of his skin against mine, his fingertips moving lazily along my back and the sound of our breathing gradually returning to normal.
What surprised me most was that I wasn't embarrassed.
I'd expected that part to come eventually.
The moment when everything I'd said and done replayed itself in my head and I started wondering whether I'd been too eager, whether I'd sounded stupid giving him instructions, whether he'd noticed every moment I'd hesitated.
There had certainly been enough awkwardness to choose from.
More than once I'd wanted something and stood there silently expecting him to understand it, only for Grant to wait me out until I finally found the words.
Somewhere along the way, though, I'd stopped worrying about whether I was doing it correctly.
I'd wanted something, so I'd asked for it. When I wanted something different, I'd said that too. Grant hadn't laughed at me or made me feel greedy for wanting him. He hadn't taken my hesitation as permission to choose for me. Even when I knew he wanted more, he'd waited until I gave him more.
His arm tightened around me, and I kissed the skin beneath his cheek before letting the question that had been circling my head finally escape.
"We didn't use any of it."
"Any of what?"
"You know what." I lifted my hand and gestured uselessly into the darkness before realizing he couldn't see me either. "All the stuff on the walls. We came down to your secret sex dungeon and didn't use a single thing."
Grant laughed properly at that. "It's not a dungeon."
I smiled against his chest. "Whatever helps you sleep at night."
His fingers continued their slow path along my back, and for a few seconds I thought he'd leave it there. Then his voice came quieter beside me.
"That wasn't what tonight was about."
I knew that.
I tucked myself closer against him, letting my eyes fall shut even though it made absolutely no difference in the darkness.
Grant kissed the top of my head. "You okay?"
"Yeah."
This time, I didn't have to think about the answer.
I was.
I can already hear y'all screaming pregnancy ??. She has her IUD. This is not Amira 2.0 I promise.