Chapter 38 #2
I don’t understand the pleasure taking over my body. Grayson hasn’t even touched me yet, but the need to press my legs together to dull the ache that he's creating is almost too much.
“Fuck,” he mutters, his eyes focused between my legs. “So fucking pretty.”
Having him look at me, his eyes full of hunger and awe, like he can’t wait to taste me again is intoxicating. He climbs onto the bed, kneeling on the edge, his erection bobs with his movements. “I need another taste,” he tells me.
My body reacts to his words. My nipples are tight buds, aching for his touch. And I’m so wet, I’ll be making a mess on his bed soon.
I nod. “Yes.”
With a satisfied smirk curving his lips, Grayson reaches for my right foot. “Are your feet cold?”
I shake my head no.
He slips off my sock and presses a kiss to my ankle, another to my calf, the inside of my knee, and the top of my thigh. He does the same thing with the other foot and the other leg until I’m so worked up I’m about to beg him to hurry.
“Grayson,” I plead and he only smiles at me. Two dimples tease me more than any words possibly could.
He’s propped up on his elbows, his head between my legs. He shifts closer, so close, I can feel his hot breath against my throbbing center. Grabbing my hips, he runs his nose along my pubic bone. I don’t think I’m breathing anymore.
His gaze never leaves mine—not even when he buries his face between my thighs. With heavy lidded eyes, he gazes up at me.
Oh god.
Lust fills those pretty blue eyes as his tongue delves right where I need him most. I throw my head back, melting into his bed as he licks and tastes and devours.
“Eyes on me, princess.”
“I…” I blink, trying to regain focus.
When I look down at him between my thighs, the desire in his eyes, the way he’s lapping at me, it’s like he’s enjoying this as much as I am.
He has me so worked up, I’m on the brink already. How is that possible? I didn’t know someone could come so many times. I’d read about it in my books, of course, but living it is—I have no words to describe it. All I know is it’s something everyone should experience.
“You with me?”
I nod, my eyes rolling back when his tongue circles my clit. Moaning his name, my fingers sink into his hair and my thighs squeeze his head. Can he breathe, I wonder, but that’s when Grayson slips one finger inside, then another, and my mind goes blank.
The sound of wetness between my legs is only drowned out by a new song starting—ending—I don’t even know. When he sucks on my clit, bliss erupts at my core.
“Oh god!”
My entire body trembles, my hips roll against his mouth as pleasure unfurls inside me. I whimper incoherent nonsense as I tug on his hair, riding wave after wave of dizzying delight.
He says something. The words don’t make sense. Nothing does. All I know is I’m feeling so good, so relaxed, so utterly satisfied.
It takes a while for my breathing to return to normal. Eventually my vision clears too. When I glance down at him, I mumble, “You’re really good at that.”
Smiling, he sits back on his heels, his mouth and chin are wet, coated with my pleasure. The sight emboldens me to ask, “Are you going to show me what else you’re good at?”
“Fuck yeah, I am,” he assures me, his voice deliciously low.
Grayson doesn’t bother wasting time, closing the distance between us until he’s hovering above me, his chest resting over mine, his hips settled between my parted thighs. That huge erection slides against my slick skin.
“Is this what you want, princess?” he asks, wrapping his hand around the base of his...dick? Penis? Some books say cock. Others manhood. What does he call it?
“What do you call this?” I whisper, feeling shy as I reach between us to touch him.
He groans when I graze his length.
“Is this okay?” I say, realizing I should’ve asked first.
“Fuck yeah it’s okay,” he groans. When I try to pull my hand away, he stops me, returning my fingers to his... “Cock,” he breathes. “Call it a cock or a dick or whatever you want as long as you keep doing that.”
A guttural sound erupts from his chest when I wrap my fingers as far as I can around his.
..cock and suddenly, I feel so powerful.
His eyes are half-lidded because of the way I’m touching him.
His breathing is uneven because of what I’m doing.
Delight races up my skin because I’m the one making him feel good now.
“Fuck, princess,” he groans, his hips pumping into my hand. “You’re going to make me come.”
“Good,” I smile.
“Not good,” Grayson frowns, stopping the movement of my hand to glare at me. “This is about you.”
“But I’m enjoying this!” I promise. I am. I want to see what he looks like when euphoria settles over his features.
I don’t get a chance because he slams his lips on mine, distracting me. I taste myself on his tongue again.
When I reach for his cock, he stops me.
“Selena.” It sounds like a warning.
I don’t know if it’s his voice or how my name sounds when he says it, but it does something to me. A fury of heat swirls low in my belly and my heart is thumping like crazy.
He takes both my wrists and pins them above my head. “You want me to fuck this tight, little pussy, don’t you?” he asks, grinding his hips against mine.
Gasping, I can only nod my reply.
“I need to hear it, princess.”
My legs are spread wide and I can feel the length of his cock against my core. Gathering my confidence, I meet his eyes.
“Grayson, please.”
“Please, what?”
“Please...fuck me,” I say, blushing from the top of my head to the tips of my toes.
“Where?” He swipes his thumb across my bottom lip. “Here?” he breathes. Then, his hand travels down my body, behind my hip, until his fingers glide between my butt cheeks. “Here?”
I’m panting.
“My...my pussy,” I tell him writhing against his pulsing cock. I’ve never said that word out loud. Never said any of these words out loud. Seems tonight is full of firsts.
“Good girl.”
A shiver of pleasure sweeps through me at the praise. Grayson smirks knowingly and my cheeks burns when I realize he realizes why. He doesn’t comment though and I’m grateful.
As he gazes down at me, I gaze up at him. We’re both inhaling and exhaling at the same time. He releases my hands.
“Ready?”
My mouth is dry. “Yes,” I rasp as he presses the head of his cock at my opening. I stiffen, closing my eyes tight, and digging my nails into his shoulders.
“Breathe for me, princess,” Grayson whispers, kissing up my jaw, then down my neck.
His hands begin to soothe my apprehension and his kisses coax me to relax, to surrender.
“Grayson…” I whimper when I feel him invade my body with his. There’s a pinch of pain and a lot of resistance.
“You’re doing so good, Selena,” he murmurs against my mouth. “So fucking good.”
Stealing my breath away with a fiery kiss, he sinks even deeper. There’s stinging pain, an impossible stretch that’s almost too much and I tense up again.
“Hey.”
I open my eyes to see gorgeous blue ones looking at me.
“We can stop,” he assures me, his expression is calm and kind and so unlike anything he’s shown me before. In my chest, my heart flutters. I ignore it and focus on the physical sensations to keep me grounded.
There’s a strange sense of fullness. I spread my legs wider for him.
“I don’t want to stop,” I lick my lips. “It just…” I don’t know why, but I’m embarrassed to admit this. “It hurts.”
Grayson gives me a small smile. “That means I’m not doing my job.” His hand is gentle as he brushes hair away from my face. “We’ll take it slow,” he promises, kissing me. His tongue invades my mouth and his hands massage my hips.
He hasn’t moved between my legs, but I can tell he wants to. Tension runs through his powerful shoulders as he grips my thighs with a desperation even I recognize.
He’s not going to hurt me. He wants to make this as painless as possible. How do I know this? He whispers the words against my skin. He kisses my breasts, sucks on the tips, and I begin to feel that desperation too.
The more I relax, the more my body wants to move. The more I want his body to move.
I raise my hips to welcome him inside and he groans into my shoulder. The pain shifts from intense discomfort to enormous pressure, but I don’t stop. He nips and licks my nipples as he pushes his hips forward too. He moves on and on.
“Are you in?” I ask at the same time he says, “You okay?”
I open my eyes.
“We’re not done yet,” he smirks and panic creeps into my thoughts. Without even trying, he helps me through it.
“Watch us, princess,” he orders and when he looks down between us, I do too.
He’s so big, but...seeing him doesn’t make me nervous. It’s such an erotic sight, our bodies naked and sweaty and joined. Him and me, him in me. I want more, I want all of him.
“Don’t stop,” I whisper. Then I watch, mesmerized, as he sinks deeper and deeper.
“Selena.”
When I look up, the warmth in his eyes is unlike anything I’ve been seen before. Grayson has been surprising me all night. This time I reach up to caress his face. I smile and he smiles and then I kiss him.
Our tongues tangle and slide. My body adjusts and makes room for his girth.
“This pussy, princess,” he moans against my lips as he buries himself to the hilt. I gasp. “Feels so fucking good around my cock”
My breathing comes fast, labored. He stays very still.
“Fuck,” he growls and I can only swallow, as he looks into my eyes. “You okay?”
“Yes, but…”
“Tell me.”
I chew on my lip. “Why did you stop moving?”
One dimple makes an appearance. “Giving you time to adjust.”
I kind of wish he wasn’t so considerate. It would make everything that comes after this so much easier.
“I feel fine,” I reply, I really do. In fact, I can’t stop smiling. “Is it supposed to feel like this?”
Concern crosses his face. “How does it feel?”
“Really...full.”
“Any pain?” he asks.
“I don’t think so. It’s...weird though.” He’s fighting back a smile. “Don’t laugh at me!”
“I wouldn’t dream of it,” he answers, two dimples on full display.
He has such a nice smile. I wish I didn’t like how he looks or feels or smells or moves.
“So...is this it?” I ask and I’m not prepared for the sound of his laughter. He sounds so light and carefree. “You said you wouldn’t laugh at me!”
“I’m not,” he sobers quickly, “And no, princess, this isn’t it. Not even close.” The intensity of his words fuels the heat taking over my body.
Grayson places wet kisses on my mouth and my neck while he moves his hips. I gasp. He repeats the slow, controlled movements. Out and in. Again and again in a sensuous rhythm. My breath staggers. He slides almost all the way out, then buries his full length deep inside.
It’s hot and intense and something shifts between us. My body isn’t resisting him anymore, it’s welcoming, accepting everything Grayson offers. The initial discomfort has faded away and all that remains is staggering and overwhelming pleasure.
“Oh.”
This is what all the fuss is about. This is the reason songs, movies, books, and everything else in the world seems to be about sex. Because it feels incredible.
“This, Grayson,” I mumble, panting, as his hips rock into mine.
“I know,” he groans.
I wrap my arms around him, my legs too. I’m holding on with everything I have while there’s a shift in him too.
“You feel so fucking good,” he growls, thrusting faster and deeper.
“You feel amazing,” I moan.
Don’t stop, I think and he doesn’t. His mouth and his tongue, his hands and his cock, everything he’s doing, touching and biting and fucking, all of the sensations blur into one heavenly moment.
Somehow he knows this. His hips move with hard thrusts.
A heat so intense, so delicious begins to spread through me.
“Come with me, princess,” he urges and I swear the earth shakes and the universe realigns as the most intense orgasm of my life erupts like a violent explosion. It’s a tsunami of glorious pleasure, wave after wave crashing over me again and again.
“Grayson,” I chant as he kisses me and I melt into him. I don’t know where he ends and I begin. I don’t care either. All I know is he comes with a guttural sound ripped from deep in his chest and my name on his lips