Chapter 22 #3
She kisses me back, hard this time, with everything she’s been holding in for months.
Her arms slide up around my neck. I pull her into my lap so the pine needles aren’t grinding into her knees, my arms wrapping around her, every careful piece of restraint I’ve been building crumbling in slow motion.
I lift my head once. “Are you sure?”
“Don’t ask me again.”
I lift her in my arms and stand. The clearing opens farther through the trees, where a smaller mossy patch of ground sits in a fall of warm afternoon light. I lay her down on my coat where the moss is thickest, and I follow her down, careful with her bandaged arm.
She pulls me into her, her fingers gripping the back of my neck.
“I want to be careful with you,” I murmur against her throat. My hand slides under the hem of her sweater, and her skin is hot under my palm. “Your arm—”
“Grayson.” Her breath catches as my mouth moves to her collarbone. “If you’re careful right now, I will actually kill you.”
A low laugh shakes out of me against her skin.
I lift her sweater over her head slowly, then unhook her bra and toss it aside. Her nipples are already tight and flushed. I take one into my mouth, sucking gently while my tongue flicks over the sensitive peak. Miranda arches sharply, a soft whimper escaping her as her hand fists in my hair.
My hand trails lower, unbuttoning her jeans and sliding them down her legs along with her panties. When I part her thighs, I can see how wet she already is, her folds slick and glistening. I run two fingers slowly up her slit, spreading her arousal.
“You’re drenched,” I murmur against her neck, voice rough with desire. “All of this, just for me.”
She jerks at the contact, a needy sound escaping her throat as I circle her swollen clit with my thumb.
I push one thick finger inside her, then a second, curling them against that spot that makes her hips buck.
Her inner walls are hot, silky, and clenching rhythmically around my fingers as I pump them in and out.
Her wetness coats my hand with every stroke.
“Grayson—oh God—” Her head falls back, lips parted, chest heaving.
I keep working her with my fingers while my mouth moves between her breasts, licking and sucking at her nipples until they’re glistening and even harder.
When I press my thumb harder against her clit, her thighs start trembling.
She comes hard, crying out as her pussy pulses and gushes around my fingers.
I groan at the sight, stroking her through every wave until she’s panting and flushed beneath me.
“Easy, baby,” I murmur, kissing her inner thigh.
“Get up here,” she rasps, tugging at my shoulders.
I strip off the rest of my clothes. My cock is heavy and aching, the thick head already leaking. I settle between her spread thighs and rub myself along her drenched folds, teasing her entrance with slow, deliberate strokes.
I lean down and capture one of her nipples again, licking and sucking it slowly while I continue teasing her slit with the head of my cock. Miranda writhes underneath me, her fingers digging into my back.
“Grayson… please…”
I lift my head, meeting her eyes. “Tell me you’re mine.”
Her cheeks are flushed, eyes hazy with need. She hesitates for half a second, then whispers, “I’m yours.”
I reward her by pushing the head of my cock inside her, just the tip, stretching her open. She gasps, her walls fluttering around me. I stay there, barely inside, while I lick and suck her other nipple, rolling it gently between my teeth.
“Nobody can see you like this,” I whisper against her breast, voice low and rough. “Only me. Say it.”
“Only you,” she breathes, her voice breaking as I push another inch deeper. “Only you get to see me like this.”
I groan at her words and sink farther into her, inch by slow inch.
Her tight heat grips every thick inch of my length as I fill her completely.
When I’m buried to the hilt, I pause, letting her adjust while I continue lavishing attention on her nipples, licking slow circles, sucking harder, then soothing with gentle kisses.
I drag it out, keeping the pace slow and deliberate, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in, grinding against her with every thrust. All the while, my mouth stays busy on her breasts, licking, sucking, and teasing her sensitive nipples until she’s trembling and gasping beneath me.
Her wetness coats my cock and drips down with every slow drag, the slick sounds mixing with her soft cries. I can feel her tightening again, her pussy pulsing around my length as another orgasm builds.
When she finally comes the second time, her whole body shakes, a broken cry tearing from her throat as she clenches hard around me. The feeling sends me over the edge right after her. I bury myself deep and groan her name, spilling inside her in hot, heavy pulses.
We stay locked together afterward, breathing hard, my arms wrapped around her as I kiss her damp temple and flushed cheeks.
“You can’t leave me now,” I murmur against her neck, and she lets out a breathless laugh.
My lips curve.