Chapter 9 #2
His eyes darkened. "You realize you could ask me for anything."
"I tried to picture you touching yourself after our dreams, and I never could," I admitted.
"I don't know what it looks like, and I want to.
That was the only thing that I struggled with, when I avoided you.
I could handle the unsatisfied need most of the time, but I hated that I never got to see you get off after you were with me.
It was more manageable when I let myself think you were enjoying it. "
"You have a deal."
"Alright," I agreed. "Fine. I'm yours. Your fated mate. Your obsession. Your soulmate. Your—" I sucked in a breath as he spread my thighs and dragged the tip of his tongue slowly over my clit.
I gasped out a curse and grabbed his hair.
He opened me wider, and the second stroke of his tongue had me nearly writhing.
It took longer, in my dreams, but not by much. He traced my clit with his tongue again and again, and I came with a desperate, wild sound.
The pleasure was overwhelming.
All-consuming.
In my dreams, Grayson Darke had ensured he was my entire world. I'd been lying to myself when I tried to believe he was anything but that in my reality, too.
Grayson growled against my core, lifting one of my legs over his shoulders and opening me even wider.
My heel dug into his back as he continued eating me out.
He brought me back to the edge with slow, toe-curling strokes of his tongue, until I came again on his mouth with another cry of pleasure.
My lower half felt crazy sensitive, and I thought for sure that he would stop.
But he didn't.
His thumb dragged over my clit instead, and I swear, fireworks fucking exploded within me.
My cries were louder and more frantic as my hips bucked, desperate to chase the pleasure. Grayson held me in place with one hand, giving me a low chuckle when I yanked his hair, pulling him closer to my core as I climaxed hard.
"Holy fuck," I moaned, my chest rising and falling rapidly as he gave me a moment to breathe. His thumb was still on my clit, his other hand wrapped around the inside of my thigh, holding me open for him.
"You come so fucking well for me.” His eyes met mine, dark and hot.
"I think I need a break."
"You don't need a break. You need to take your top off and let me see those perfect tits bounce while you ride my face and fingers."
I tossed my shirt and bra aside one by one.
Grayson's eyes raked over me slowly, his lips and chin shining with my slickness as he took my bare body in like he really did find it perfect, scars and all. "Look at you, Love. You're so fucking gorgeous."
My face would've flushed, if it wasn't already burning up. I didn't mind the heat. Not while he was touching me.
"Bargains everywhere, even on these perfect breasts.” He dragged the backs of his knuckles lightly over a particularly unique swirl. The scar it mostly covered was raised and jagged, but he didn't seem to care. "And they're all mine."
When he slid his thumb slowly over my clit, I couldn't stop the moan that escaped me. Or the way my hips rolled with the motion, chasing the pleasure.
My hands found his hair again.
His lips curved slowly. "You ready?"
"Ready for what?"
"My fingers."
Ohh.
Fuck.
"You're going to ride them," he said.
God, yes.
Grayson stroked my clit slowly with his thumb, dragging his mouth and lips down the inside of my thigh.
I was much more sensitive, in the real world. Everything felt so much better. It was mind-blowingly good in my dreams, but I wished for just a moment that this was my reality.
He lifted me off the couch and set me on his lap. His finger—just one—pressed lightly to my entrance.
Grayson wouldn't make the first move. Not when we did this. This was when he made me take what I wanted.
I lowered my body a little bit, and his thick finger met my opening.
Those stunning green eyes of his were dark with need and desire
"Just like that, Love. You can take it."
For a moment, I considered freeing his cock and taking what I really wanted. I knew he would give it to me. He'd made it clear that he considered himself mine as much as he considered me his, and he was much freer with sex than I was.
I was already on his hand, though, and I wasn't ready to stop.
I sank slowly over his finger.
Grayson adjusted my position, lifting me until I was directly over his erection, with the hand I was riding separating me and his hardness. My breasts were against his chest, and his lips were only a breath away from mine.
"It feels good..." I breathed. "But last night was better."
"Everything is better in the real world." Grayson kissed me. "Now, stop distracting yourself. I can tell you're buying time. Your hips don't move like this when you're content, and I need to feel you come again."
I looked down, but all I could see was my bare breasts against his chest. I could feel myself rocking lightly, though. The movement was as natural as it was needy.
He was right.
I wanted more.
"Fuck them, Love."
The words were impossible to disobey.
I moved my hips. Grayson grabbed my waist and guided me through the motions. My breasts bounced against his chest and my breathing grew ragged, until his finger brushed that very sensitive spot within me.
I went still.
My body clenched around him, and a climax almost tore through me.
Almost.
That had to be my g-spot.
His lips brushed my throat, and I found myself tipping my head, exposing it to him. He sucked lightly. I rocked my hips just like that again, in a desperate attempt to repeat the sensation.
I came again with a curse, clenching around his finger and crying out with my climax.
His chest rumbled in satisfaction at the taste of my pleasure, and he pulled out, adding a second finger before he placed them against my entrance.
The silent command was obvious.
Fuck them.
I took his fingers harder and faster, and his free hand left my hip, burying in the hair at the back of my head as he tipped my chin and captured my mouth.
The kiss didn't bother with soft and sweet.
It was brutal and needy and vicious.
Hot tongues and deep, desperate kisses consumed me as he fucked my mouth with his tongue while I rode his fingers into another climax.
He kissed me through my orgasm.
I was exhausted.
Worn out.
My legs were shaking, even in the dream
I still wanted more, though.
He dragged his thumb over my clit a little rougher, and I detonated.
The climax took over my entire body, and the scream of pleasure that tore through me with it was overwhelming, despite the dream-like quality it possessed. I couldn't even fucking think.
Grayson held me securely against him as I came down from the high, my body throbbing deliciously. His cock did the same, though he couldn't get off in the dream.
He didn't pull his fingers free of my body until every last ounce of my pleasure had faded. When he did, they were slick.
"You're mine," he said in a low voice.
"Yeah." My words were slightly breathless.
"Thank you." Grayson kissed me lightly, and slipped out of the dream, leaving me far too alone.