Chapter 14
FOURTEEN
Cara
My heart is beating wildly at Grant’s confession.
Love.
It’s what I’ve been feeling as well through all the small touches and stolen glances, but I didn’t think it was being reciprocated. I’ve never truly been in love before, but every word that Grant is saying resonates with me.
“I love you,” I confess.
Grant hangs his head back, and a relieving breath of air rushes out.
“I love you, my love .”
Without another thought about the past or future, all I can focus on is the present.
I wrap my arms around his neck and place a gentle kiss on his lips. Grant groans and pushes my head forward to deepen it. His tongue demands entry, which I gladly give him.
This isn’t calculated or cautious like our previous kisses; this is a declaration of love between us. So much that we’ve both wanted to say is coming out in this moment.
His hands roam the length of my back before settling on my ass. He grips my cheeks roughly and forces me into his lap. My knees go outside each of his legs as he begins to grind me against his hard length.
“Oh!” I yelp.
He chuckles before finding my mouth again and kissing me roughly. My hands go to his hair as I pull harshly with each thrust against his crotch.
I lean away from him and let my head hang back. My long hair is teasing his legs as he drags me continuously against his length. My eyes shut as I feel ecstasy bubbling inside.
Warmth fills every inch of my body as if it’s never been this ablaze before. I knew Grant would be able to play my body easily after the few times we’ve touched, but I never expected it to feel like this.
My heart belongs to Grant, and now so will my body.
“Fuck,” I moan as I grip tightly onto his shoulders.
“That’s it, love. Make a mess on me.”
“Grant,” I whimper.
It just encourages him to go faster as he senses I’m close to coming.
Wetness fills my silky shorts, and I should have known that these were a bad choice.
“Look at you, chasing your pleasure. It’s a sight to behold.”
I start to grind my sex against his hard cock and know that any second, I’m going to come for the first time by this man who has become my undoing.
“That’s it. Give it to me. Let me watch you come for the first time.”
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I scream as my nails dig into his shoulders, and I still on top of him. He moves away from my ass and grips my hips to encourage me to keep going.
Light bursts from within as I come harder than I thought was possible.
As it fades away, Grant stops pulling me against his cock as I catch my breath. With my eyes still shut tight, I can’t believe that I just came without his cock even being inside me. It only took minutes; I don’t even know if I’ve ever made myself come that quickly before.
I feel a light sheen of sweat gathering on my face and pieces of my hair clinging to my skin.
“Perfection. Utter perfection getting to see you come,” he rasps.
My eyes snap open to find Grant’s fiery gaze on me.
“I’ve…” I start.
I giggle in disbelief.
“I don’t want to give you a bigger ego than you already have,” I tease.
“Oh please, love. Tell me.”
I rest my forehead on his and feel his sweat too. As I try to come down from my high, I want to say it. Adjusting on top of him, I feel his hard cock underneath me. I pull back and smile.
“Tell me, love,” he says with a grin.
“I’ve never come that hard before in my life, and you weren’t even inside me.”
That grin widens.
“See,” I say as I swat his shoulder playfully.
“I fucking love that.”
“Of course you do.”
“Not even by yourself?”
“I’m not even going to entertain your question. I just told you the truth.”
“Well, I’m not against an assist with a toy, but I think I’ll get you even further than this.”
All the teasing is gone as we both focus on his growing erection. I widen my legs slightly to let it settle between my folds and start rocking my hips. The way he thickens with each small thrust only makes me wetter.
“You want this cock inside you?”
“Yes,” I whimper.
“Come on, love.”
Grant hoists me up to stand on the floor, keeping his hands on me the whole time as he gets up next to me.
A wide smile stretches across his face as he bends and scoops me up.
I yelp as I cling to him, and my arms naturally go around his neck.
“What are you doing?” I say with a light laugh.
“Bedding my bride.”
“You would have carried me to bed if we were married for real?” I ask as he walks.
Grant pauses at the foot of the stairs.
“We were married for real . Nothing about this is fake to me.”
“I thought it was just a convenience.”
He laughs.
“Love, I mean this in the best way possible, but nothing about this is convenient.”
I shrug slightly as I hold onto him.
Grant easily takes the stairs two at a time.
“My room?” I ask.
“Fine by me.”
He kicks my slightly ajar door open and stalks into my bedroom, then gently places me on the bed.
“I didn’t take you to be like this,” I say.
“What’d you expect? For me to treat the love of my life like an animal?”
“Maybe I want the animalistic side of you.”
Grant laughs darkly.
“Believe me, you’ll be seeing every side of me. You drive me absolutely crazy.”
I whimper at the idea.
“I love that.”
I move to the center of the bed and lean back on my arms. Grant keeps his eyes on me as he walks around to the front of the bed.
“Look at you. Beautiful as the best dream and all mine.”
“All yours.”
Fire blazes in his eyes as he leans forward and rests his hands on the edge of the bed.
“You know that’s what you are.”
“It’s all I want to be.”
“Come here,” he whispers.
I get up onto all fours and slowly crawl along the length of the bed.
“Look at you, being my fantasy come to life. Coming to me the way I requested. You’re dangerous like I’ve always desired,” he says.
“What are you going to do with me then?”
I sit back and let my legs dangle between his arms.
“Lie back, love. I need another.”
I tilt my head to the side in confusion.
“Lie back. Let me take care of you.”
“Me?”
“Yeah, you’re the only one in the room with me,” he taunts.
“What about you?”
“Don’t worry about me. Now let me get a taste. I’ve been dying to find out what you taste like.”
“You have?”
Grant grins.
“Collins. Get your back on the bed now. The only words you’re allowed to say next are fuck, please, or yes, sir.”
I grin.
“Yes, sir.”
I fall against the bed, and my hair spills all around me. Grant’s hands go to the waistband of my shorts, and he slowly pulls them off. The silk teases my skin as he takes his time pulling them past my hips, down my thighs, and finally along the length of my shins and feet.
I feel the light weight of them gone altogether.
“No panties,” he gruffly says, almost to himself.
“No. I knew what I wanted when I changed.”
“Fucking perfection.”
Grant dips low and pulls my hips forward so I’m slightly off the bed. He takes my legs and puts them on his shoulders.
He dips his head between my legs, and I’m instantly soaking wet from his proximity.
Grant inhales deeply, and it’s the most aroused I’ve ever felt in my life.
I’ve had one life-changing sexual experience with this man in less than an hour, and that’s far more than I’ve ever had in my over thirty years of life.
Grant’s palm starts to caress my sex, and moments later, his tongue is licking up my seam. My hands shoot up above my head, and I try to grasp onto anything.
“Fuck,” I whimper.
Grant starts licking more powerfully as if I’m the best thing he’s ever tasted. It’s overwhelming how much I can’t take yet need all at once.
“Oh my god,” I scream right as his palm finds the exact spot.
My legs squeeze around his head, and my hands shoot up to grip his hair.
“Don’t stop, please. Don’t stop.”
“Never.”
I feel a hint of a laugh as Grant continues hitting the right spot. As soon as I’m about to come, his tongue hits me just right, and I explode.
“Grant,” I scream into the abyss.
My arms fall to my side, and my legs widen as they fall limp.
Grant grips my thighs as he stands.
“I’ll never get over the sound of you calling out my name.”
I laugh as he’s just delivered my second orgasm of the night, and he’s the one standing in awe of me.
“I…” I start.
“Hush, love. That was just the beginning.”
I peer forward as Grant slides off his joggers. Just looking at his thick, muscular thighs makes me wet all over again.
He chuckles as he lifts his white T-shirt over his head, and my heart flutters.
I feel like I’m watching a personalized porn video made just for me. His chest is perfection, with rippling abs and defined pecs that I can’t help but stare at.
“Love, if you keep looking at me like that, I might come in my boxers,” he jokes.
“I wouldn’t mind.”
“I’d like to feel you wrapped around my cock. I’m sure that’ll happen eventually if you keep prancing around the house like you have been.”
I bite my lip to stifle a moan as I nod my head vigorously.
“Now that that’s settled, why don’t you take off that excuse for a tank top?”
I look down and realize that my silky sleep top is practically transparent, and my nipples are poking through.
“Whoops,” I say with a giggle.
Sitting upright, I take off the tank top and toss it to the ground.
“Better?”
“Love, your tits are the best fucking pair on the planet.”
I blush into my shoulder.
“Don’t go getting bashful on me.”
“Never,” I answer as I lie back down.
Grant pulls off his tight boxer briefs, and his long, thick cock springs free.
My eyes widen momentarily.
“Don’t worry, it’ll fit.”
“I hope so.”
Grant climbs onto the bed, and I can’t peel my eyes away from his cock. It’s weeping from the tip, and for some reason, all I can think about is having his cum fill me up.
“I can’t get you pregnant on a mission,” he says, almost reading my mind.
“I’m on the pill, anyway.”
Grant grips his cock in his hand, and my wetness pools even more. I’m a dripping mess on my bed just from watching him touch himself.
“I know you trust me, but I’m clean.”
“I figured, given our line of work. I am too.”
Grant continues to grip his cock as he kneels before me. I widen my legs as I brace for him to enter.
“A pink, pretty pussy all glistening just for me.”
“Just for you.”
He lines his cock up with my entrance and starts teasing the tip of it along my slit. It’s erotic and sensual and damn frustrating because I want him to stop teasing me.
I whimper as I thrust forward, trying to get him inside.
“Patience, my love.”
My heart soars at the nickname that I know is true. I’ll never tire of hearing him call me that.
Grant stops and slowly pushes in. His thickness is almost too much to bear, but I want him to continue.
I claw at his back as my hands search eagerly for any part of him to hold onto as he keeps inching forward.
“Almost there,” he murmurs.
“Yes,” I groan.
Grant thrusts into me one final time, and I know he’s completely in.
“I feel so full,” I whimper.
“Don’t worry, you’ll adjust.”
He pauses for a moment to give me a chance to settle into this sensation.
“Grant.”
“Yes, love?”
“I need you to fuck me now.”
He chuckles as he picks up one of my legs to get deeper inside me.
“With pleasure.”
He thrusts, and it’s the best kind of pain I could ask for. Grant knows my body so well, and it’s only the first time we’ve been intimate.
As he continues to thrust and grind his hips deeper, I know I’m about to come for a third time already.
“Wait, I don’t want to come yet.”
Grant shakes his head briefly.
“I’m going to have you coming all morning.”
“Fuck,” I moan.
Another thrust, and the same fiery sensation starts building inside again.
“I’m about to come,” I practically shout.
“Good,” he says with another deep thrust.
My nails dig deep into his shoulder as my breasts bounce wildly from his movements.
“Your pussy is so tight. I can feel it contracting around my cock, begging for relief.”
“Then keep going.” I groan.
Grant wraps my leg around his waist and lets go of it. With his newly adjusted position, he palms my clit once again, and that sends me over.
“Scream for your husband, wife.”
And I do.
Over and over again until I’m limp, lying in bed next to my husband, whom I love.