His hands grip my hips, stopping me.
“Not today.” His voice is rough, desperate. “If I’m not inside you real soon, I’m going to lose my mind.”
“Me too.”
I hook my thumbs into the waistband of my gym pants and pull them down, stepping out of them. Then I grab the hem of my T-shirt and pull it over my head. My bra is one of those sports bra things. I reach back and unhook it, letting it fall to the floor.
Grim groans, his eyes fixed on my chest. His cock jerks.
“Falkor had better not wake up,” I tell him.
“He won’t,” Grim says, but his eyes don’t leave my breasts.
“He’ll die of a heart attack for sure if he walks in here.”
“You’d better be very fucking quiet then.” His eyes snap to mine, dark and intense.
“That goes both ways,” I shoot back. “You’re noisy when you’re inside me.”
“Turn around,” he commands. “Lie down on the table. I want your ass in the air.”
I look at the kitchen table. The same table where we just ate roasted chicken and mashed potatoes.
“We eat at this table.” I giggle.
“I’m about to have dessert. Don’t worry, I’ll disinfect it when we’re done.” He kicks his sweatpants all the way off, standing before me completely naked. “I want you on your stomach, legs as wide as you can get them.”
Just hearing him talk like that has my clit aching and my pussy clenching. I’m already getting wet. I can feel it.
I turn and position myself at the table, then lean forward, lying down on my stomach. The wood is cool against my overheated skin. My breasts mash up against the surface.
“Spread your legs,” Grim says from behind me.
I do as he says, opening my legs as wide as I can while still maintaining my balance. I’m so turned on I can barely think straight.
I hear him drop to his knees behind me. Then I feel his breath on my inner thighs.
“Fuck,” he mutters. “I love how easy it is to make you wet. I want you to gush for me.”
I whimper.
I bite down on my fist to keep from crying out as he drags his tongue along my slit. It’s slow and deliberate. My eyes widen, and my breath comes in hard pants. Then he circles my clit, laving and sucking. His hands are gripping my ass cheeks, holding me open for him.
I want to groan and whimper, but I don’t. I hold it all back.
Then he pushes his tongue inside me, fucking me with it. Grim has a big tongue, and he knows how to use it. When he uses the tip of his finger to rub on my clit while still fucking me with his tongue, my legs start to shake.
He alternates between licking my clit and pushing his tongue inside me, over and over, building me up. I’m panting against the table, trying desperately to stay quiet. My hands grip the edges. My mouth is open, but no sound comes out except more ragged breathing.
When I’m right on the edge of coming, he pulls back.
“Please,” I whimper.
“Patience.” His voice is rough. “I’ll let you come soon enough.”
He goes back to work, his mouth on me again. This time, he sucks my clit into his mouth, and I have to press my face into the table to muffle my moan. His tongue is relentless, circling and flicking, building the pressure inside me until I’m vibrating.
“Please,” I beg again, not even caring how desperate I sound. “Grim, please.”
