67. Grant
SIXTY-SEVEN
GRANT
I don’t know if I’ve ever been this turned on.
Every scrape of my knee against the rug is a shot of adrenaline. Each drag of my hand is a moan I hold back. My cock throbs in my briefs, heavy and aching as I move across the room, and I think I just unlocked a new kink.
I’m practically panting by the time I make it to the bed where Amelia is naked and waiting for me, and I try to get control of my breathing.
“Fuck. Can I… am I allowed to…” I lick my lips, staring up at her. “Can I touch you?”
Her cheeks turn a pretty shade of pink. The flush travels down her neck, and when she nods, I all but launch myself on the mattress.
“How do you feel about crawling?” she asks, a leg around my waist and her hand on the back of my head when I climb on top of her. “Would you do it again?”
“Yeah,” I rasp. “I like seeing you confident and sure of what you want, and I’d crawl anywhere for you.” I rest my free hand on her stomach, fanning my fingers out until my thumb traces the underside of her breast. “I also like when you tell me I’m doing something right.”
“Praise,” she murmurs, lifting her hips.
I groan when the head of my cock brushes against her pussy.
“You’re a good boy for doing what I asked.
” She tilts her head and presses a kiss to the corner of my mouth.
I whimper when her hand traces down the line of my spine, stopping on my ass. “But now you can be bad.”
“Is it still okay if I disrespect you?” I pinch her nipple, bending to soothe over the sting with my tongue. “If I make a fucking mess of you?”
“Yes.” Lia’s fingers dig into my backside. “Please.”
The word turns me on even more. I touch her knee and gently place her leg on the sheets. I sit back on my heels, working my briefs off and tossing them out of the way. Her gaze roams down my body, eyes lighting up like she’s seeing me for the first time.
I wrap a hand around my length and give myself a rough stroke for an ounce of relief. She keeps her attention on me, her own hand resting between her legs where her thumb touches her clit.
“Do you like watching, baby?” I ask.
“Yeah. I like knowing I did that to you,” she says.
“I dreamed about you every night I was gone. I wanted to fuck my fist to the thought of your legs around my head, but I held back.” I swipe my fingers over the head of my cock and wet my fingers with pre-cum.
“I knew the real thing would be so much better. Bend your knees. Spread your legs. Open up, Lia, and let me see what I’ve been missing. ”
She adjusts her position on the pillows, back slightly straight and knees at a ninety degree angle.
Her thighs part, and she holds her pussy open with her thumbs.
I move closer, whining at how wet she is.
There’s a damp spot on the sheets, and I want her to stain them.
I want her to soak them so I can smell her for weeks.
I give myself one more tug before I slide my hands up her thighs. I go slow, moving from her knees to her pussy then back down. Her legs tremble. Her breath comes out rough and needy when I get on my stomach. I kiss her hip then drag my tongue between her legs.
“This seems pretty respectful,” Amelia says, and I chuckle into the curve of her thigh. “Are you all talk, Everett?”
“Ah, baby. We haven’t started yet. I thought you deserved another orgasm for helping me discover a new kink.
” I press two fingers inside her, humming when she lifts her hips.
I put my arm on her stomach, keeping her in place.
“I’ll disrespect you after I’ve had my fill of your pussy.
Which will be perfect, because then you’re going to be full of my cum. ”
She gasps when I add a third finger and curl all three inside her. She opens her legs wider, moving her hand to my shoulder. Grip tight on my bicep, she drops her head back when I lick her clit.
I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of having Amelia when she’s vulnerable and trusting.
How she allows me to have my way with her, and for as much as I could fuck her with my fingers for hours, for as much as I want to tease her and draw out her second orgasm and make her wait, I want to try something new.
I want to feel her, really feel her, and my patience is wavering to the cusp of desperation.
“That feels so good,” she says, her voice a rasp as she turns her head to the side and closes her eyes. “You know exactly what I like, Grant. You take care of me so well.”
I like taking care of her. I like being the one to make her come. I like that there are hundreds—thousands—of guys who wish they could have her, but they never will. She’s with me, and I’m going to give her everything she wants.
I scoot on the sheets. Amelia drapes her thigh over my shoulder, her heel pressing into my back as she urges me forward. I don’t let up, keeping my fingers buried inside her and my tongue on her clit. I circle her in the way she likes, smiling against her when she yanks on my hair.
“Everything okay, sweetheart?” I ask, biting her thigh.
“I’m close,” she answers, the two words splitting down the middle. “And I really want to come again.”
I want her to come too, so I kiss her stomach then put my mouth back on her, not caring if I can’t come up for air.
Lia’s groans turn louder. She tries to lift her hips again, huffing out an irritated breath when I continue to hold her down.
I move against the mattress, my cock needing attention as I bring her to the edge of another orgasm.
“Do me a favor, baby.” I look up at her and smile at her chest that’s as red as her cheeks. Her hair is tangled, her fingers are teasing her nipples, and I wish I was an artist so I could draw how beautiful she looks right now. “Make sure you say my name when you come, okay?”
I don’t give her a chance to respond with anything but a moan, and after another few seconds, she tightens around my fingers.
With one more press of my thumb to her clit, she falls apart in an echo of moans.
Lia whispers my name as her limbs go slack and her leg slides off my shoulder.
I finally move my arm off her stomach, and she chases the sensation by meeting my fingers with a roll of her hips.
She doesn’t stop, not until I kiss her knee and pull my fingers out of her to the noise of a sigh.
“So wet,” I say, popping a finger in my mouth. Lia’s eyes flutter open, and she watches me lick my hand clean. After I do, I stroke myself again, the mix of her cum and my saliva enough to coat my whole length. “Let’s talk about what I mentioned earlier.”
“You’re going to have to be more specific. I don’t have a lot of coherent thoughts left in my brain,” she answers.
“Not using a condom. Finishing inside you. Are you onboard with that?”
“I’ve never done that with anyone before, and I…” Lia brings her thighs together, closing her legs while she rests a hand on her stomach. “I’ve always wanted to try with someone I trust. I trust you, Grant. I know you’re going to make me feel good. You already have.”
“I am going to make you feel good. And I’m not going to be nice about it.” I reach out and touch her chin. The corner of her mouth pulls up in a smile. I take it as a dare, and I smirk. “Get on your knees, Lia, with your ass in the air. You know I like fucking you from behind.”
She listens, turning her back to me. She makes a show of lifting her arms over her head. Of putting her palms on the sheets and leaning on her forearms so her ass is in the air.
I move until I’m behind her. I don’t touch her, making her wait as I look at the curve of her backside and run my damp fingers down her spine. I spread her cheeks open and press my thumb between them, my curiosity at an all-time high.
“Has anyone had you here?” I ask. When she doesn’t answer, I reach for her hair. I wrap it around my wrist and tug, smiling when she groans. “I asked you a question, baby.”
“N-no,” she stammers. “They haven’t.”
“Have you ever wanted to try?”
“Yes.” It’s barely above a whisper. A secret she’s afraid to tell the world. “But we’d have to work up to it.”
“Something to dream about then.” I let go of her hair and rest my palms on her ass. “How do you feel about spanking?”
“Favorably, and I—”
I don’t give her the chance to say anything else. I rear my hand back then hit her on her ass cheek, my palm connecting with her smooth skin. Amelia gasps again, and my palm hovers in midair while I wait for her to tell me if that was okay.
“Grant,” she whines. “Again.”
Fuck.
My blood pounds in my ears. I gape down where her skin is already turning splotchy and pink, a mark forming right on the swell of ass. It’s goddamn beautiful to watch, and I almost growl when I bring down my left palm and repeat the motion on the other side.
The sound of the smack fills the space between us.
I repeat the pattern, and a quiet yes tumbles out of Amelia when I do.
She leans forward, her face against the mattress to keep her ass at the perfect height.
Her hand sneaks between her legs, and I see her circle her clit as I give her one final smack.
“You like that,” I say. Her skin is hot to the touch, and I trace over the outline of my handprint with a graze of my fingers. “Why didn’t you tell me earlier?”
“I didn’t know if I’d actually enjoy it.
I’ve wanted to try, but I never felt safe enough with someone without being afraid they’d get caught up in the moment and hurt me.
I know you’d never do that, and all my dreams were right.
” Lia pushes up on her hands. She looks at me over her shoulder with hooded eyes and messy hair.
“That was magnificent. And you liked it too.”
“Yeah,” I croak, gripping her hip. If I don’t get inside her in the next ten seconds, I might die. “I fucking loved it.” I nudge her legs wider with my knee before I straighten and line up with her entrance. “You ready, baby?”
“Disrespect me, Grant.”