Chapter 28 #2
He placed his fingers under my chin, enjoying the sight of me. “Let me see you worship, baby.”
Gods, I wanted nothing more. I wanted to see his eyes on me, watch the pleasure he felt, bloom in them—the pleasure that I gave him.
So I did as told. We both moaned as I swirled my tongue around his tip. I wanted to taste more of him, completely addicted to him. He pulled off his shirt that was getting in the way, brushed my hair back and tilted my head slightly, so he could watch me take more of him.
“That’s it, Princess.” His voice, low and gravelly, edged me on, as I slid his cock in and out of my mouth, torturously slow. His head fell back, and his fist tightened around my hair. I had never experienced anything as sexy as seeing Grayson in the throes of pleasure.
I sucked in my cheeks, increasing the pressure and the pace, earning a breathless “Fuck,” from him. Gods, he felt good. I wanted more, but he stopped me, keeping me still by my hair.
He chuckled with delight as I looked up at him, pleadingly.
“Don’t worry, baby, we’re only getting started.
” He gave me a look that had my thighs clenching.
“I want to see the mascara run down your face,” Grayson said as he pushed his cock back into my mouth, deeper.
I closed my eyes as he slid deeper down my throat, feeling a tear roll down my cheek.
I pushed him deeper, taking all of him I could possibly handle.
His hand tightened in my hair, keeping me from moving.
I held his gaze as my lungs burned for air, as he choked me with his cock, my core throbbing painfully for him.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he said raggedly, before releasing me.
I gasped for air, very aware of the tears streaming down my face, hoping it pleased him.
“Again, baby,” he said as he slid his dick past my lips, all the way, then moving slowly in and out, his jaw going slack with pleasure as he fucked my throat.
My whole body was vibrating with want at the sight of him.
The muscles in his abdomen and chest going taut as he panted my name.
I couldn’t help but reach up, wanting to feel those muscles ripple under my fingers.
He was fucking glorious. Grayson stilled suddenly, shutting his eyes, trying to stop his orgasm.
But I didn’t let him. I continued his movements, too mesmerised by his pleasure to let him stop it.
“Shit, Ava,” he hissed, grabbing hold of the wall behind me, to steady himself. His eyes flitting to me, watching as I worshipped him.
“God, baby,” he moaned again, stroking a hand adoringly over my hair, as I paused my movements for a second to take him deeper in my throat.
When I moved again, I felt his body tense as he let out a jagged breath.
He was so close, and I craved seeing him come undone.
I cupped him and squeezed as I continued my onslaught.
He groaned a string of curses, mixed with my name and thrusted into my mouth one last time, holding me tight, as I swallowed him down.
He was trembling and panting as he dropped to his knees in front of me. He cupped my face and held his forehead to mine, catching his breath, and letting me catch mine, before he kissed me deeply.
“Can you taste it, baby? How hard I made you come?” I asked when he released me from the kiss. The same words he had once said to me.
He laughed breathlessly, a sound even more haunting than his moans.
“Fuck yes I can taste it.” He playfully bit me on the jaw, the same place he did that day in the bathroom.
But this time, I adored it. Like I adored everything else about him.
Gods, how long ago that was. How I wished I hadn’t wasted time hating him the way I did that day.
I couldn’t even fathom that feeling anymore.
It was washed from my memory, from my being, by moments like these.
He pulled me against him, as we were kneeled in front of each other, pulling me to the only place I belonged, the only place I fit. “You’re the one who should be worshipped,” he whispered against my neck.
“Have I reformed the devil?” I teased, placing kisses on his face.
“Almost, baby. You almost did.”
I pulled back, trying to see his face and why he sounded so serious.
There was a smirk spreading across his lips. He suddenly hauled me up and over his shoulder as I yelped in surprise. He stood. “But there is no changing the devil,” Grayson said as he smacked my ass and carried me to bed.
We spent the next six hours in bed, Grayson seemingly insatiable. He loved me and fucked me and then loved me some more. I was spent and unimaginably happy when he finally let go of me.
“You should get some sleep. We leave in five hours.” He kissed my breast, and I couldn’t help but arch up into his kiss.
My eyes were already fluttering open and shut from exhaustion.
“I love you, Ava,” he whispered slowly against my swollen lips, causing the butterflies in my stomach to scatter again.
“I love you more, Gray,” I whispered back, snuggling into his chest.
Grayson had the right idea. It really was the best way to get rid of nerves. All I felt now was happiness.
Pure, undiluted, radiant happiness.