23. Annabelle
Annabelle
I’m not sure how we make it up twenty-three stairs to my apartment.
There’s running, and carrying, and a lot of giggling on my part.
I’m high on adrenaline and eager for more of Grant and so horny I could burst. Grant detours to his apartment for a condom but he’s back at my side as soon as I get my door open.
We kick off our shoes and leap into each other’s arms. He presses hot, open-mouthed kisses to the side of my neck.
My hoodie is in the way, so much in the way, and I kind of hate winter at this moment, because it’s going to take forever to get undressed.
I push Grant and he falls back onto the couch.
I pull my hoodie over my head and then claw at my long-sleeved t-shirt, finally getting that off too.
Grant’s gaze drops to my lace-covered breasts.
His breath hitches, and my nipples harden in response to the desire in his eyes and the chill in the air.
I’m grateful that I wore one of my nicer bras today, but judging by the way Grant is looking at me, I could show up in a bread bag and he’d still like what he saw.
I join him on the couch, straddling his lap, facing him.
He traces my shoulder with his forefinger, then lets it dip between my breasts.
Heat races through me and I grab the back of his neck, bringing him in for another kiss.
His hands slide upward and he brushes his thumbs back and forth across my nipples, raising goosebumps on my arms. Then he tugs the bra cup aside to free my breast and take the aching tip into his mouth.
It feels like heaven. It also feels like there’s still too much clothing between us.
I pluck at his flannel, pushing it off his shoulders.
We twist and free him from it, and I pull off his t-shirt, throwing it on the floor like it’s personally offended me.
I place both hands on his muscled chest and pause there for a moment, admiring his smooth skin and six-pack abs.
I rake my gaze upward, over the strong column of his throat to his stubbled jaw and kiss-swollen lips, and then to his eyes which are dark and intense, the pupils blown out with lust.
Damn, he’s hot. It’s even hotter when he stands up, bringing me with him. My legs are around his waist and I can feel the hard bulge of his erection. Pleasure spears through me as he carries me to the bedroom. I can’t ever remember being this desperate for a man.
He could drop me on my bed. He doesn’t. He lowers me gently, not letting go until I’m settled on the blankets. And then one tug of my legs. Two. I’m on the edge of the bed and he’s working my leggings off, followed by my underwear. Bra, socks, it’s all gone and I’m naked under his gaze.
He lets out a hum of admiration that seems to vibrate through me and land at my center.
He kisses his way down my body, starting at my lips and moving across my neck, then to each of my breasts in turn.
Lower, lower, until he’s kneeling beside the bed with his head between my legs.
I gasp and tug at his hair as he works his magic.
There’s no other word for it. It’s magic.
It’s wild and feral and coming from a deep, mystical place.
He’s not just giving me oral sex. He’s discovering me, learning me, maybe even worshipping me.
Desperate whimpers escape my throat as I strain toward pleasure, toward relief.
The pitch increases in harmony with his tongue and fingers.
He’s promised me more than one orgasm tonight, and thank God for that because my first one is on its way. My toes curl and my back arches off the bed as pleasure flows over me. I’m lost. I’m falling. I’m floating away from Earth and back again.
I catch my breath, happy, limp, excited to be here. “Holy shit,” I breathe. “I’m speechless.”
His proud grin is the stuff of my filthiest daydreams. He should be proud. That orgasm was exceptional. But I’m still hyped up and horny, and I want more. I tug at his waistband. “These need to come off.”
“Obviously.” Grant strips off his jeans and boxers before joining me on the bed. His thighs are thick and muscular and so is his cock. Yum.
“Wow,” I whisper. I take it in both of my hands and guide him toward me. I lick my lips and then pause, quirking an eyebrow at him. “No comeback?” I ask. “No stupid remark?”
“This is serious,” he says. “Besides I can’t—” His voice skids upward on the last word and disappears as I take him in my mouth.
“No words,” he chokes out. “Oh God, you’re so good at that.”
I let out a pleased hum and keep going.
“Wait. Wait.” Grant puts strong hands on my shoulders and backs himself out of my mouth.
My heart bottoms out. “Something wrong?”
“Something right.” He bends to kiss me. “I can’t come yet. Not like this. Not until I’m balls-deep inside you, with your eyes rolled back in your head.”
I laugh and pat his ass. “Now that’s the Grant I know.”
“The Grant who keeps his promises. You’ve only had one orgasm.”
“But I’m—” I don’t get to finish my sentence because he’s got me by the waist, tugging me upward. He sits among the pillows, his back on the headboard, and opens his legs. He positions me between them, my back to his front, and pulls me close.
“I’ll come when you come,” he whispers insistently. “And not a moment before.”
Holy shit. This is nice. It’s more than nice.
Grant has ridiculously long arms, and he can reach all of me.
He’s got one hand on my breast and one between my legs.
He kisses my neck and fondles me with just the right amount of pressure.
I’ve got one arm over my head, playing with his hair.
My nipples are pebbles and my core is soft and slick and very turned-on.
I’m aware of his erection at my back, but it’s not urgent.
He’s taking his time. It’s getting me so worked up that all I want to do is straddle him.
I’m breathing heavily, panting now, and I can barely choke out, “Where’s the condoms?”
“In the other room.”
“How fast can you bring me one?”
“How fast do you want one?”
I sit up and crawl off him. He races to the living room and back, tearing the wrapper open as he walks. “You know, there’s nothing sexier than a woman who knows what she wants.”
“Especially when what I want is your cock?”
“So sexy,” he murmurs as he joins me in bed.
I feel sexy. I feel powerful and beautiful and all the things I denied myself when I was with Magnus.
Nope, I tell myself. I’m not thinking about him. I’m not thinking about the events that brought me to Grant’s door tonight. And you know what? I’m glad it happened, because this is exactly where I want to be, doing exactly what I want to be doing, and this is the man I want to do it with.
Grant’s not what I need, but he’s what I want. No strings, no expectations, no hope of something more. Just glorious, fulfilling sex with a man who’s skilled in bed.
Grant sinks his fingertips into my hips and pulls me onto him.
I was worried about this part, with me being short and him being tall, but it’s better than I could ask for.
He lets me ride him, with my legs spread so wide that everything is hitting just right.
He’s holding my breasts, his large hands covering them completely, which is extremely hot.
Then he rolls us over and he’s on top of me, filling me, grinding into me in a way that makes me squeal.
There’s no thought, only the sensation of his thick cock sliding through my wet heat.
This is what I want. I want him. I shift slightly, taking him deeper, and tell him that I’m coming.
That’s when he loses it, letting go in a breathy moan that shoots right through me.
We move together, our rhythm slowing until we catch shaky breaths. His head drops to my shoulder and we sigh together.
After a long moment, he lifts his head to look at me, and it’s like he’s seeing me for the first time. Who knows? Maybe he is. This is new territory for both of us.
But before I can unpack that, Grant leaves to take care of the condom. He returns and flops down next to me on the bed, hauling me onto his chest. His hands wander up and down my back and all I can do is breathe.