Chapter 29 #2
“I want you with nothing between us. I understand if you’re unsure because of my history—” I try to offer but Greyson stops me.
“I trust you. Do you trust me?” It seems simple but holds years of trauma for us both.
“Yes, Greyson,” I say his name rather than “sir” because I need him to know I trust him, not just in the bedroom, and he doesn’t correct me.
“Okay then.”
He looks me dead in the eyes as he lowers his boxer briefs, his cock bobbing heavily between his strong legs. Dark hair dusts his chest, trailing down his solid body and legs. A man. That’s what Greyson is, a fucking man.
For the briefest moment, I can’t help comparing his immaculate body to the only other man I’ve been beneath. Carter shaved his entire body for swimming, and despite his musculature, everything about him screamed, “I sit behind a desk all day.”
Greyson’s body works hard to provide for his family and help at the ranch. His body cares for me and our daughters. His body eats second helpings of my cooking and never turns down dessert.
“I love your body,” floats from my lips.
His nostrils flare, muscles feathering in his jaw, pleased with my compliment.
“Honey, your body was made by the heavens and built for sin. Every part of you is perfection.”
When Greyson looks at me, he doesn’t sneer at my stretch marks or cesarean scar. He admires me for the woman I am, not who he can mold me into.
“Lay back,” he says, softer. “Let me see you.”
I nestle into the pillows, my hands finding my breasts to ease the way they ache for his attention. I spread my legs and bring my feet up, opening myself to him completely.
“Good fucking girl.” Greyson crawls onto the bed and kneels between my legs. His hands shake as they explore every inch of my body.
I’m transfixed as he slowly pumps his cock with one hand and rolls his balls in the other. I’ve only seen one other, but Greyson’s dick is perfect.
“I’m not gonna last, honey. It’s been too long, and you’re too goddamn sexy.”
“I don’t care. I need you inside me, please.”
“I’ll always give you what you need,” he says as he props himself up on one hand by my head, guiding the weeping head of his cock to my drenched hole.
Our eyes lock, communicating louder and clearer than words every could.
He pushes into me, giving me an inch, and retreating, giving me two, and leaving me empty. I’m writhing beneath him, desperate to be filled completely. My hips lift from the bed, trying to get more of him inside me.
“What does my good girl need?” he taunts.
“You. Please,” I whine.
“Please, what, Mia?”
“Please, sir. Fill me u—” Air is pushed from my lungs with the force he plunges into me.
The head of his cock slams against my cervix, and I gasp from the instant bite of pain. But he doesn’t relent, nor do I want him to.
I hook my legs around his waist, my feet lock behind his flexing back. He’s not going anywhere. The only place he’s going is deeper inside me until we both shatter.
“It’s never been like this for me. You feel so”—thrust—“fucking”—thrust—“good.”
It goes without saying it’s never been like this for me either, only with Greyson have I ever felt this loved and sexy.
“Oh my god,” I moan.
“No, honey. I’m the one inside your pussy making you feel like this.”
Greyson’s muscles are like steel beneath my wandering hands, sweat glowing on his skin from how hard he’s fucking me. Each thrust sends me higher, the head of his cock hitting a place inside me I’ve never been able to reach on my own.
His precise thrusts change pace and intensity. He’s losing control and it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever experienced.
“Touch yourself. Work that clit. I’m gonna come and I need you with me,” he grits out through clenched teeth, holding back his impending explosion.
My hand snakes between our sweaty bodies, and I make a “V” with my fingers sliding my clit between.
“Fuck. I can feel you fluttering around me. You’re so fucking tight.” His thrusts become erratic, and I know he’s close.
“Come. Fucking come, Mia.” His demand pushes me over the edge into bliss.
Hot spurts of cum fill me. He rolls to the side to avoid crushing me, his softening cock slips from my body, leaving me hollow.
“How do you feel?” he asks, once we’ve caught our breath.
“Safe.”
He's helped me find myself and build strength I’ve never had. He’s given me and my daughter safety and security we've never known.
My fingers trace the angles of his face, coarse stubble prickly against my fingertips. In the post-coital bliss, I feel like I can ask him something that’s been nagging at me.
“How did you get this scar?” I lightly brush the scar that hitches his lip.
He answers without hesitation, his trust in me shining as brightly as mine in him.
“After my dad died and Meredith remarried, we got into it over something inconsequential. My dad used to whoop my ass if I was being a little shit, but Meredith never laid a hand on me. But that day, she backhanded me, slicing my lip with her new engagement ring.” His mouth twitches at the memory, with no further indication he’s affected by it at all.
I place a tiny kiss to the scar and then pepper them over every part of his face, ending with his lips.
“Thank you for telling me.” I rest my head back on his shoulder and he draws me in closer to his body. “I love you.”
“I love you, Mia.”
The holes in my heart stitch closed, ready to hold his endless love.