Chapter 36 #2
That tiny smile turns devilish as he grinds his huge erection against me. Suddenly, I feel nervous, but a good kind of nervous. My heart rate picks up again and my stomach dips in anticipation.
“Then let’s find out,” he grins and I huff out an awkward laugh.
Grayson’s lips ghost over the material covering my chest, and my nipples tighten. When he kisses the top of my breasts, along the exposed skin, I’m floating, distracted by his soft lips, wet tongue, and gentle bites.
“May I?” he asks, lifting his eyes to meet mine.
“Oh, uh...” He means my dress. He’s asking permission to take it off. “Y-yes,” I answer, while my breasts rise and fall quickly with every shaky breath I take.
Grayson slips one strap of my dress off my shoulder and kisses the spot where it covered my skin. He slips off the other strap and places another gentle kiss. When he pulls down the top, my breasts spill out, bare and aching for his touch. I can’t describe the expression on his face.
“So fucking perfect,” he whispers. His eyes meet mine as his big hands cup my breasts. Carefully, reverently, he squeezes them together, kneading them, dragging his calloused palms over my tight nipples. I can’t hold back a whimper.
Dipping his head, he presses a wet kiss against my overheated skin, then he captures one nipple in his mouth. He sucks gently and I moan as his tongue licks, then flicks the sensitive tip. Sparks shoot throughout my body, settling between my thighs.
He gives the other side equal attention, teasing my nipple with expert care. I’m practically panting as his tongue moves knowingly across my skin.
“This,” I mumble, sinking my hands in the back of his hair, pulling him closer to me.
“You like this?”
“Yes.”
Grayson kisses, licks, and sucks on my breasts like a man possessed, like he’s been waiting years to do this. My whimpers turn to moans by the attention he’s lavishing on me.
I rock my hips against his as he runs those strong hands down my body.
He ends up tracing the hem of my dress, touching my skin, teasing me.
Slowly, he lifts the bottom enough to slip his hands under the sheer material.
When he grazes the top of my thighs, my breaths come even quicker.
His hands keep moving, traveling from the outside of my hips towards the spot where my legs meet.
Oh.
Oh.
I startle at the contact. It’s like a jolt of adrenaline and lust and exactly what I didn’t know I needed.
“Is this okay?” he asks softly, his fingers sliding between my legs, over my underwear but under my dress.
Even though I want to tell him it is, I can’t form the words. His fingers caress me while I struggle with a reply. Breathing is impossible. Whoever invented breathing has never been touched by Grayson Rhodes.
“I need to hear it, princess,” he whispers, dragging his nose along my jaw. His other hand glides up my body, massaging my hip, fanning out along my waist, up, up, leaving a trail of fire until he cups my breast. His mouth follows and I moan his name.
“Y-yes,” I nod, heart pounding, head feeling light. Did he...did he just call me princess? “Yes,” I lick my lips, “touch me. All of me. Everywhere. Please.”
“So polite,” he murmurs against my skin, but it’s his hand that has all my attention.
His fingers are gentle, yet firm as they touch the most private part of me. I hold on to his shoulders, digging my nails into the hard muscle.
“That feels—oh.” I need a moment. To catch my breath. To…to breathe. But I can’t. His hand. His fingers. Ohmygod.
“You definitely like this—”
I hear the smirk in his voice.
“—you’re so fucking wet.”
My eyes are shut tight and my head falls forward, onto his chest. My body moves on its own, my hips rocking against his hand now. He’s still outside my underwear, but the pressure of his fingers and his thumb feels incredible. I need him closer, I need more.
“Have you come before, princess?”
“Y-yes,” I moan. Not often, but I have. Last night I did. I was dreaming about him. He was taking his time kissing my entire body. When I woke up, I had a pillow between my legs.
“Do you want to come right now?”
His words are thrilling. And terrifying.
“Yes,” I swallow, nodding. “Please.”
As Grayson drags his tongue up the column of my neck, his fingers find the band of my underwear. I think he might take them off, but his hand slips past the thin material to touch my bare skin.
I whimper against his mouth when I feel him there—right there. He curses under his breath as the pads of his fingers slide along my slit. I tense up.
“Relax, princess,” he whispers, his voice a soft command, comforting and in control. For once I don’t argue with him, instead I inhale and exhale, releasing my breath and inhibitions. “Good girl.”
Those two words send molten heat coiling deep in my core. I’m in a daze, digging my nails into his biceps, breathing him in. I moan against his chest when he pushes one thick finger inside, slowly, making me gasp.
“Fuck,” he groans against my ear, it’s a low, guttural sound that sends delicious shivers dancing along my skin.
Carefully, his finger slides out and then back in. Closing my eyes, I moan into his chest.
“This pussy,” he groans. “So hot, so tight.”
I writhe against him as he sets a torturously perfect tempo. In and out again. And again. I can hear how wet I am. When he twists his hand, I have to bite down on my lip to keep from crying out.
His thumb slides over my clit and my hips buck up. The sounds I’m making, moans and whimpers, are sounds I’ve never made before. When I look up and meet his gaze, he has the audacity to smirk at me.
“What?” I want to snap, but the word comes out broken and breathy. Annoyed, I cup his jaw and kiss him to wipe away that smug look.
The way his tongue invades my mouth, possessive and dominating, has me turning into a puddle in his arms as he slips a second finger inside. I gasp at the fullness, sucking in a breath, and arching towards him. My legs spread wider and my hips roll to meet him.
“Grayson?” I murmur, my body’s trembling, unraveling at the seams. I feel myself clench around his fingers.
“Yes, princess?” He replies, his voice thick. I’m riding his hand. The pleasure multiplies and it feels like I’m about to fall apart. I’m so close.
I bite my lip as a shudder runs through me. “This,” I whisper against his neck. “I like this.”
“I know.” When I glance up, his eyes sparkle and he looks so smug. “Now be a good girl and come for me.”
Even if I wanted to argue, I couldn’t because his thumb swipes over my clit, in a circle, back and forth as his fingers pump faster. Somewhere in the back of my mind I marvel at his amazing hand dexterity, but then the world spins, sending me flying off its axis.
My back arches, my body soars, and the edges of my vision go blurry. Delirious moans erupt from my lips as wave after wave of pleasure hits me.
Weightless and floating, satisfaction pulses through me, flooding every limb. I’ve never felt this good, this relaxed, this ready for more. It’s the best orgasm of my life.
The way my entire body shudders against his, I’m pretty sure that if I tried to stand, my legs would be jello. Clinging to Grayson, I try to catch my breath as he eases his fingers out.
“You know what?” I smile, still breathing hard as I come down from that fantastic high. There are so many emotions swirling inside of me as I slump against his chest, but I shove them aside as I meet his gaze.
He looks as dazed as I feel. “What?”
“That wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be,” I say, trying to make light of the intense moment we just shared. Judging by the way his blue eyes narrow, it’s the wrong thing to say.