Chapter 14
Chapter Fourteen
Helena nervously shifted her feet as she watched Grayson move his wheelchair legs out of the way, plant his feet on the ground and his hands on the bed. Once he was safely there, he let his body fall back as he gripped his pant leg, then lifted the other leg to follow.
He sighed in relief. “Much better.”
Grayson brought a hand behind his head, watching her with a smirk on his face as she leaned against the dresser, pondering how she would take revenge for the torturous play in the park.
Helena sauntered to the bed, moving and undulating her hips like the exotic dancer she clearly wasn’t. Grayson seemed to enjoy it, evident by the bulge in his jeans.
She turned her body and pulled her skirt down, bending to show off her rounded bottom he hadn’t needed to spank in a while. She chose her words more carefully now and thought before she acted if someone gave them a dirty look in public.
Her cheeky panties gave him a perfect tease. Grayson bit his lip as he palmed his crotch.
“Take that top off.”
Helena obeyed, albeit rather slowly as she painstakingly lifted it from her upper body, exaggerating the curve of her hip and stretching out her midsection.
Now left in her black bra and panties, she continued her amateur dance, shaking her curls around her face and unable to not laugh at herself.
“Damn, where have you been all my fucking life?” he groaned, making a move to shuck his jeans.
“Don’t. I want to do it.”
He raised a suspicious brow but relented.
Helena crawled onto his large bed, perfect for the both of them.
She tugged off his jeans first, having no intention of getting him naked yet. If she had to wait, he would too.
She massaged up his tight calves, making Grayson hiss as she kneaded the tight muscle behind his knee.
His thighs were clamped together quite tightly, so she moved her body up further to straddle his legs and run her hands over the area. The smooth wheals of his hip scar touched her fingertips. Grayson’s body slightly jerked as she touched it, and she briefly pulled away out of fear of causing him pain. He quickly reassured her he was in no pain, and Helena tugged the waistband of his boxers, tossing them across the room.
She bent to kiss the scar, and others that adorned his other thigh where he had explained tissue samples were taken in childhood. Helena returned to his long hip scar, mapping out the length with her tongue. Five inches.
Grayson’s body shuddered, and his hands fell above his head as he began to relax under her control.
His cock standing to attention and weeping at the tip, she licked her lips in anticipation, eager to give him a show.
Helena moved up further, planting her knees on either side of him to keep him comfortable. She would never cause him pain by separating his thighs.
She dragged her tongue up a single vein of his shaft until she reached his opening, licking the tip and taking his swollen head past her lips.
“Oh fuck...”
She watched his Adam’s apple bob as his midsection began to tighten already.
Helena dramatically arched her back and stretched her arms in front of her to grip his torso and massage his chest.
She moaned around his length, sure the vibrations would travel through his body.
Taking him as far as she could go, Helena relaxed her throat and let her hair fall in a curly mass around his pelvis. She wanted him to grip her hair hard so he could see how she looked with his cock in her mouth.
As if reading her mind, he complied, wrapping her hair in a pony tail around his fist and pulling her head up just a little.
Unwilling to let go, she stuck out her tongue to retain contact with his cock.
“Oh my fucking god, I love you like this, babygirl.” Helena resisted his pull, determined to get him back in her mouth.
“You want it?”
“Uh huh.” She ran her tongue over his slick cockhead, shaking her ass in the air to entice him.
He released her strands, letting her commence and flip her hair to the side to give him a better view.
Helena jerked the base, taking him to another level of pleasure as his back began to arch.
Grayson’s hips began to move of their own volition, slowly fucking her face with each bob of her head.
“Fuck, baby. I need you up here.” His legs began to tremble, he wouldn’t last much longer.
With one last drag of her tongue, she sat up and tugged off her soaked panties.
Grayson tugged her by the wrist back on top of him where she belonged, straddling his hips. He began to stroke his length, grinding it along her sensitive slit.
Helena couldn’t remove her bra while he distracted her, unable to will her fingers to move to undo her clasps as he impaled her on his member.
The room filled with their combined groans as she began to rock her hips into him. She planted her hands on his chest, straightening out her torso so he could remove her bra for her. Helena had to be completely bare for him.
He obliged, adeptly removing it and practically throwing it across the room.
Grayson’s hands explored her body as she sat upright, bouncing on his cock. She was forced to hold her large breasts against her chest as they painfully slapped against her upper stomach.
Grayson grinned and slapped her on the ass, urging her to ride him harder.
Helena angled her body and dragged her swollen button along his pelvis when it began to ache.
“You’re so fucking hard.” Her mouth hung open as she felt impossibly full.
Feeling brave, she leaned forward, bracing her hands on either side of him and bouncing her ample bottom.
“Come here, little girl.” He took a fistful of her hair, forcing her lips against his, as another hand cupped her cheek.
Their bodies found a perfect rhythm in their joining. Forehead to forehead and nose to nose, nothing else existed.
His groans began to break through their kiss as his body began to quake beneath her, signaling for Helena to cease her movements.
She felt his hip muscle tighten next to her knee, and felt his fingertips grip painfully on her own hips. His warm essence painted her inner walls, leaving her fuller than ever before.
Their bodies found a way upright as he kept a tight hold of her against him, while leaning back on one hand.
Finally, his body surrendered and the contractions stopped. As Grayson began to soften inside her, he took a raspberry peak into his mouth.
Helena hazily smiled, hugging his head to her chest.
“I love you.”
His breath was hot against her sternum, it was no surprise. They both looked down at one another, silently acknowledging that someone finally said what they had both been too afraid to say.
“I love you, Daddy.”
They fell back onto the bed again, his manhood growing hard once more inside her.
“More. Give me more,” Grayson demanded.
And Helena grabbed the covers, covering their bodies with it to plunge them into private darkness. It would be a long passion-filled night.