Chapter 33 #2
My heart aches. This feels very much like a love confession, as close to a love confession that I’ve ever gotten. “What about what I told you the morning after you took care of me?”
Grayson slides his fingers through my hair and leans his forehead against mine. “You’re a writer, Emma. All your favorite novels are romance. Did you really think I’d be surprised?”
I laugh, feeling shocked, excited, and relaxed as I allow myself to fully unwind.
Letting out a deep breath, I throw my head back and smile. “It seems like you’ve been doing some reading, Professor. Everything you said sounds like it could be from one of my romance novels.”
Grayson hums. “I don’t need guidance from your books, baby.
” He puts his lips close to my ear. “I know what I’m doing, and I know how I feel.
” His lips brush a featherlight kiss on my neck.
“You’re just used to boys who have absolutely no idea how to speak to a woman…
to a woman like you.” Another light kiss. “Sexy, spunky, determined…”
Oh, jeez. He’s going to make me swoon if he keeps this going.
I moan at his harsher kiss and sigh, wishing it wasn’t so late because I can feel him hardening, ready for a second session. “I need to go, Grayson.”
“I know,” he says softly against the sensitive spot on my neck, and I whimper, craving him so badly, especially after his speeches. He likes me. From the sound of it, he likes me a lot and isn’t scared about what I’m looking for.
“You need to stop.” I wrap a hand through his hair, and instead of pushing him away, I pull him closer when he lightly bites my sensitive spot.
He doesn’t chuckle like usual. Instead, he asks in a deep, unfamiliar, raspy voice, “Are you sure?”
My core warms as I whisper, “No. Keep going.”
Grayson doesn’t hesitate. He drops my coat and lifts me up, taking me to his bed. He undresses me slowly, never taking his eyes off mine. The same intense look remains in his eyes, making my stomach dip and my heart warm.
As soon as I’m only in my thong, I lean up to where Grayson is kneeling from taking my clothes off, and I lower his briefs.
“Emma,” he says. Nothing else. A clear plea for me, and that’s it.
I keep my eyes on him as I slowly take him into my mouth.
He shivers, and I smile at the effect I have on him.
This is the first time I’ve gone down on him.
We’ve never had the patience for much foreplay, and even though I should’ve been out the door by now, his face of pleasure makes it worth being late.
My tongue moves around the head of his cock as I suck him, while I cover the rest of his shaft with my hand, moving it up and down to the rhythm of my mouth.
“Fuck, Princess,” he moans. “You like my cock in that little mouth of yours, don’t you?”
I suck harder and nod.
“That’s right, keep moving that tongue around the tip. You’re making me feel so good, baby.” I press my thighs together and moan, seeking any kind of friction.
Grayson’s thumb lowers to where my mouth is, and he traces my lips. I’m not sure why I find it such a turn-on, but I let out a small, satisfied noise of my own and am about to touch myself when I’m thrown back flat onto the bed.
Grayson climbs on top of me. “As much as I love your skilled mouth around my cock, I want to be the only one touching you today. You’re finally mine, and fuck it if I’m going to let you make yourself come.”
Nodding and too turned on to say anything, I lift my hips to remove my thong. Meanwhile, his briefs disappear in a flash before we’re kissing again in a passionate embrace.
We both moan, matching each other’s volume. It seems like I’m not the only one who’s turned on by becoming more emotionally intimate.
He takes his mouth off mine and rubs the tip of his cock on my clit. I shiver, making him groan. Grayson brings his free hand next to my face and gazes at me, his eyes looking greener today rather than blue. He continues to stare at me, as if wanting to say something.
I take his face in my hands. “What is it?”
Grayson shakes his head. “I’m just really happy when I’m around you.”
This man. My heart squeezes for the millionth time, and before I can overthink his words, he kisses me again while ever so slowly pushing himself inside me.
We stop kissing as he enters me in the most delicate way he ever has.
Our eyes remain locked on each other, a lock of his brown hair being the only thing in the way.
Even his glasses are gone, and we hold our breaths.
Grayson buries himself to the hilt, and I moan loud enough to wake the dead.
He fucks me, slow and unhurried. We either kiss or stare into each other’s eyes the entire time, both of us clearly feeling the shift in the air. Not only have things changed in our minds, but our bodies seem to have clicked in a different way.
This isn’t just fucking, this is making love.
Grayson’s hand moves to my nipple, and he squeezes it with the tip of his thumb and index finger, then twists it, causing me to squirm. I feel myself tighten around his dick, and he hisses at the sensation.
“Do that again.”
His voice is so low and raspy that my body reacts to that alone by squeezing him.
“Fuck, baby. Keep doing that to my cock.”
I moan as he lowers his mouth to my nipple and thrusts faster. He bites me lightly and licks both of my tits, causing my clit to throb and my legs to shake. My breathy screams grow, and I arch my back, warning him.
“I’m close, Grayson.”
He comes back up, kissing me lightly, one set of fingers still on my nipple, twisting and then rubbing it lightly just like I like it.
My body begins to tremble, and he knows that’s my tell.
“I’m not even touching your clit, and you’re going to come for me just like this. Aren’t you?”
“Yes,” I breathe out.
“Don’t close your eyes.” Grayson’s tone turns aggressive before softening again. My eyes meet his, and he picks up his pace. “I’m going to give you all my cum.”
“Yes,” I beg.
“Come with me.” He twists my nipple one last time, and I explode, my legs trembling uncontrollably. A mix of moans and screams tears out of me.
“Fuck, Emma.” Grayson thrusts four more times before his cum fills me to the brim. His lips remain an inch away from mine as he groans, and with his last couple of thrusts, he whimpers for me for the first time since we fucked in his office at the soup kitchen.
I tremble at the sound, and after I hear it a fourth time, I feel my clit throbbing again. It turns out that I’m not done.
Moving my hand to my clit, I rub it and move with Grayson still inside me. He whimpers again, and I stay quiet just to hear him once more.
Grayson’s eyes meet mine, and he looks completely drained yet surprised by what I’m doing. “I can’t come a third time,” he whispers. A hiss escapes his lips. “And I’m so sensitive, Emma.”
I look down at where we’re connected, debating whether I should stop. He’s still hard inside of me, but I can tell he’s going to soften soon.
Another whimper escapes him, and my eyes almost roll to the back of my head. I grip his hair with one hand. “Do you want me to stop?”
He has a lustful, painful look on his face, but even then, he says, “No. I’ll never get tired of seeing you fall apart for me.” He falls onto his forearms. “Fuck, fuck. That hurts.”
I halt my movements even though I feel him growing inside of me. “I can make myself come without you in me, Grayson.” But I’m so damn close.
His eyes meet mine again, his face still showing the same expression. “Keep going. It hurts, but now you’ve made me need to come again. Fuck me, Emma.”
I almost come from that alone. Deciding on a last-minute maneuver to make this easier for him, I use his low energy as an advantage to flip him onto his back. I place both hands on his chest, pressing my clit to his body, letting the friction of my movements touch it.
The second I move, Grayson gasps because I just clenched around him. The sensation is intense and causes me to throw my head back.
“Don’t stop,” he says. “Keep fucking me.”
Moaning at his words, I move on top of him slowly, breathy gasps escaping me as I get closer to what I know will be an orgasm I can feel in every molecule of my body.
His whimpers come out one after another, bringing me closer to the edge. The pained look on his face remains, but the sounds he makes are saying he’s enjoying it. His whimpers turn into moans, but I long for the others. I want to come to those.
“Whimper for me, Grayson,” I whisper against his mouth in a seductive voice.
His eyes widen for a fraction of a second as if not realizing what sounds he was making. Then I ride him a little faster.
“Oh fuck.” Another whimper makes me tremble.
My clit keeps rubbing against him. “I’m close.”
“I’m gonna come,” Grayson says quietly, squeezing his eyes shut as pain and pleasure take over.
It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. “Fuck, I’m coming.
” A mix of a groan, growl, and moan rips out of him and echoes through the room.
The sound of him coming causes me to do the same.
I muffle my screams in the crook of his neck, feeling my mind go completely blank with pleasure.
I put all my weight on him, still trembling from the aftershocks of my orgasm.
“Fuck, Emma,” he says into my hair as he calms down. “That hurt, but I enjoyed the pain. I’ve never done that before.”
I laugh and slowly pull him out of me with shaky hands, until my face rests on his shoulder, and he runs his fingers through my hair.
“That was…”
“The best sex we’ve ever had,” he finishes, still in awe of what happened. I giggle, and he pinches me. “You demanded for me to whimper.”
“And you liked it.” Silence follows. “Go on, tell me you didn’t.”
His hand lifts my chin, making me look at him. “I’ve only ever done that for you. You’re the only one who’s been able to make me lose control. No one else has made me feel the way you do.”
And with that, he kisses me, as if my entire world hasn’t been flipped upside down.