Chapter 33 Grayson #2
Harlow gasps, head tipping back as her hands tangle in my hair, holding me to her.
I’m just fine with that.
I work her over with my mouth, bringing my hand up before sliding a finger inside her. She rocks against me, setting the pace. I follow her lead. Finding her clit, I close my lips around it, sucking gently while still moving my finger in and out.
She’s so fucking wet. So responsive.
When her hands fly up to cover her mouth like she’s embarrassed by her own sounds, I catch her wrists gently and pull them down.
“Don’t,” I murmur, kissing her knuckles. “I want to hear every sound you make.” She meets my gaze when I look up at her. “You gonna come for me?”
Her cheeks are flushed a pretty shade of pink, her breath coming in smaller and smaller pants. She’s close, and I want her to come on my tongue.
I lift one of her legs and drape it over my shoulder, giving me even better access. A few more strokes of my tongue working in time with my finger, and her body tenses before her release hits. She comes apart, my name on her lips, nails clawing at my shoulders.
She is absolute perfection.
Carefully, I put her leg back down, letting her breathing calm down to a normal rhythm, but Harlow doesn’t let herself take much of a break.
She moves her hands across my chest, working their way down my abs to the trail of hair leading to my jeans. I hiss a breath as she palms my hard cock through my pants before finally undoing the button and zipper.
I take them off, letting them join the rest of her clothes on the floor.
“You forgot something,” she says, her finger playing with the waistband of my boxers. Moving her toward her bed, where I lay her down carefully then crawl on top of her.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” I ask, just to make sure that I don’t move this to anything she doesn’t want.
She lifts her hips, rubbing her perfect pussy over my swollen dick.
Understood.
I roll to the side, sliding off my boxers and tossing them in the general direction of where my pants are.
Oh, shit.
“I don’t have a condom.” I can feel my cheeks heating slightly at the admission.
“I’m on birth control. I’ve, uhm, never done this before. The actual sex part.” Her own cheeks heat, and I hate that she feels embarrassed.
“We don’t have to tonight.” I go to roll off the bed, but she stops me.
“I want to. I want you, Gray.”
Moving over her again, I search her eyes, wanting to make sure that this is what she wants. “Are you sure?”
She reaches up and pulls me down by my neck.
I go, more than willingly, and as our naked bodies touch for the first time, I can’t help the groan that leaves me.
Unconsciously, I slide against her, looking down at the contact and seeing my own excitement leaking from the tip of my cock.
The kiss turns messy, her fingers in my hair, my mouth everywhere it can reach without rushing.
I trail down her throat, her collarbone, and when I get to the spot where her heart is loud under her skin, I press my lips there and stay.
A promise without saying the words out loud. She shivers, hands twisting in my hair.
Reaching down, I position myself at her entrance and carefully slide inside her. Her sharp inhale makes me pause, and I look down at her again. Her nails bite into my shoulders, and she bites her bottom lip between her teeth, taking deep breaths.
“We don’t have to—”
“You’re good. Just go slow.”
I do what she says, slowly moving into her inch by inch. When I’m all the way in, I don’t move, giving her time to adjust. Her fingers move to play idly in my hair at the nape of my neck, and I can’t help but take the moment and commit it to memory.
At the way her hair is splayed out on her pillow, the faint blush still painting her cheeks. The dark lashes that frame her eyes.
I love every single thing about this girl.
“Hey, Gray?”
Snapping out of my trance, I find her smile waiting for me. “Huh?”
“You can move now.”
Yes, ma’am.
I do as she says, moving in and out of her in long, smooth strokes. My movements get faster, our bodies get louder, and the sounds leaving her make it nearly impossible for me to keep it together.
I kiss along her jaw to her neck, and when I suck the spot there, she shatters, squeezing my cock and pulling me over the edge with her. I come, long and hard, burying my head into her neck as my release barrels through me.
A few moments later, I carefully roll off her, lying next to her instead. She runs her fingers up and down my arm, a small smile sitting on her lips. Finally, she peeks up at me.
“You okay?” she whispers.
I huff a breath that’s almost a laugh. “No.”
Her brow pinches.
“I mean—yes,” I correct, shaking my head. “I mean, I’m so gone for you I don’t know what to do with my own mouth.”
A soft laugh breaks out of her, shaky and surprised. It’s the prettiest sound I’ve ever heard. I kiss her smile before she can hide it.
We stay tangled on her bed, her cheek on my chest. She slips out of bed and into the bathroom.
Once she’s back, she grabs my T-shirt off the chair and slips it on, giving me the cutest shrug when I arch a brow at her.
I don’t mind. She looks better in my clothes than her own.
I pull her into me and bring her covers up to cover us both, wrapping my arm around her.
Being here with Harlow feels natural. Calming in a way I can’t quite explain.
The need to protect her from what’s coming is almost overwhelming, but right now, she’s the one making me feel safe.
And for the first time in years, I feel myself drift off to sleep.