Grayson Chapter
GRAYSON
As his fingers kept up their rhythm, dipping in and then down under her pelvic bone, he knew in an instant she’d never experienced this before. Every expulsion of breath she made as he dug in ended on a little whimper, and the shock on her face was more than enough.
He didn’t think she knew that he was almost hitting her G-spot from the outside. Hell, he might be hitting it. He was massaging now with a lot less pressure than he would eventually use inside of her, so she might as well get used to it now.
The pressure would be intense, and she might have bruises tomorrow, but once he kept up the rhythm and found the perfect spot? She would shatter. He was banking on it.
Gray let go of her hands from behind her back, and was pleased when she only clasped them together, keeping her hands down and her breasts out. He played with them for a moment, but it seemed to distract her, like she wasn’t sure what sensations to focus on, so he moved on.
She’d enjoyed choking earlier, so he put his hand around her throat. His grasp landed on the top of her throat. Now that he knew how much she liked breath play…
From this position, his thumb rested right on top of her carotid, and he pressed and released in time with the same rhythm of his hand delving into her. Lexi’s breath caught, and her eyes were almost hazed over. She was so close to getting off for him. What did she need?
He kept the pressure on her carotid, and wasn’t concerned when her face started turning red.
He would know when she needed him to let up.
Her thighs and lower abdomen were starting to quake, and he wondered if maybe she was fixated too hard on staying standing.
He didn’t want to continue digging into her pelvis for much longer; eventually it would just hurt.
One sweeping move lifted her by the neck and slammed her body longways across the couch. In response, her arms slapped the couch next to her. He didn’t let up on her throat, but he did so now, in case it was too much force for her with the drop. But he felt a thrill; it wasn't too much for her.
All she was doing was making whimpering sounds and scratching at his shoulders.
What she needed was for him to make her get off.
So he resumed the pressure around her neck with his left hand.
With one knee thrown across her he pinned her legs, and watched her face to make sure being pinned like this wasn’t a problem.
If he caused her to panic now, she might lose the trust she just started to have in him.
Her eyes were wide and set on his face, but he was sure she wasn’t seeing him.
Her hips were bucking, looking for more pressure, so he pressed, dug down, and gently pulsed, moving slow.
From this position, he could add pressure to her clit with his wrist, so every time his fingers pulsed, he rotated his wrist left to right and bore down.
She was almost there… maybe she still needed help. He knew what she needed.
“Alessandra, can you hear me?”
Her whimpers died down to panting.
“Yes,” she whispered, ending on a breathy catch.
It was absolute music to him.
“Did you know that you’re about to cum, Alessandra?” He kept a conversational tone. Almost bored.
She shook her head. It wasn’t the time for a lesson on verbalization, but he deliberately increased his speed on his hand digging in. Her breathing automatically picked up with his rhythm, and he figured that was enough of that for now.
He clamped his fingers around her throat, and watched the flush spread from her face, down to her neck and chest as she was deprived of air. It was beautiful.
“I’m in charge, Alessandra. So cum for me. Now.”
It started as an undulation of her hips, and rose into her spine, arching her back off the couch.
Instead of letting off, he increased his pressure with both hands for just a moment more.
He milked every last second of her pleasure from her own body, until he let go of her throat just enough for her to scream in pleasure.