I do, wrapping my tongue around his thick fingers. He pulls them out with a pop and his hand runs along my backside stopping when he circles them around my ass. I squeeze worried over what he plans to do when he pushes the tip of one finger in.
“Don’t worry, Clare. I’m gonna take care of you.”
“But…” My protest becomes a moan as he pushes further in stopping at the first knuckle.
I’ve never felt so full and Grant somehow thrusts into me harder. “You said you wanted dirty.”
My eyes close as the orgasm rips from my body unexpectedly. I scream into the pillow as every body part tightens. Muscles I’ve never used before constrict. Grant continues to fuck me as hard as possible until every nerve ending is oversensitive to the point of pain.
Just as I’m about to tell him to stop because I can’t take any more he stills, his body making tiny little jumps against me. His hand stops rubbing against me and he pulls out a little allowing me to collapse on the bed now no longer held up by Grant. I lie motionless for a few seconds until his body flops down beside me, each of us gasping to catch our breath.
“Holy shit,” I say into the pillow.
Grant chuckles. “Was that fast and dirty enough for you?”
“Yes,” I say rolling over to look up at the ceiling. I gather up the crumpled bedsheets pulling them high over my body to cover myself. The “I just had sex” nerves have started and I need to cover up.
“Good, because I need at least fifteen minutes before we do anything again.”
**
The fluttering of Grant’s fingertips while he traces a circle with the lightest touch starts against my shoulder and I reach over and bat the hand away.
“Has it been fifteen minutes already?” I ask.
Grant laughs. “It’s been longer than that. Open your eyes.”
I listen. Again, not sure when I became obedient. It’s rather annoying and I hope it’s an after sex thing and not a permanent change. The room is no longer bathed in the evening light, but is dark. Shadows cast against the walls.
“We fell asleep?”
“Yes, I did watch you sleep for at least the past twenty minutes,” he says.
I tilt my head in his direction and give him a wary look. “That’s weird.”
He laughs, this time lighthearted. “We had sex for the first time in weeks and you let me stick it in your butt. I’m in awe.”
I reach out and smack the side of his arm. “I did not let you stick it in my butt. It was just a finger. A finger doesn’t count.”
“It was practice.” Grant reaches over and grabs my leg putting it over his. With his head dipped he laps at my exposed nipple.
“I thought we talked during this part.”
“I’m really busy. Important work. You talk and I’ll listen,” he mumbles.
“That’s not how it works.”
“It is if you let it.”
“Grant.” My frustration grows. I need to hear him say the words and promise me we’re okay. Give me proof I didn’t waste my chance with him.
He sighs. “Fine, but I liked that angle from earlier so let’s talk with you like that.” He pulls me further to my side until I’m over top of him straddling him like how this started out.
“This is not the best way to have a serious conversation,” I say but with a laugh.
“I disagree. From now on important conversations in our relationship happen like this.”
“In our relationship? So we’re doing this relationship again?”
