Grant pulled them off slowly, and then his mouth was on her inner thigh, kissing his way up, making Riley's whole body tremble with anticipation.
When his mouth finally found her, Riley gasped, her hands flying to his hair.
"Okay?" Grant asked, his breath hot against her.
"More than okay. Don't stop."
Grant didn't stop. His mouth worked her with deliberate precision, finding exactly what she needed, building the tension higher and higher. Riley's hips rolled against him, chasing the pressure, the pleasure, completely lost in sensation.
"Grant—I'm close?—"
"Good. Let me see it."
His hands gripped her thighs, holding her steady as his tongue worked her faster, and Riley came apart with a cry that she barely managed to muffle against her hand.
Grant kissed his way back up her body, looking entirely too pleased with himself. "You taste incredible."
Riley pulled his face to hers, kissing him hard, tasting herself on his lips. "Your turn."
"Riley—"
"I want you. Now."
Grant's control visibly snapped. He reached for the nightstand, fumbling with the drawer, and Riley helped him with the condom, her hands shaking with want.
"How do you want me?" Grant asked, settling between her thighs.
"Like this. I want to see you."
Grant's eyes locked on hers as he pushed inside, both of them gasping at the contact. He went slow, giving her time to adjust, his forehead resting against hers.
"Okay?" he managed.
"Perfect. Move."
Grant moved, finding a rhythm that made Riley's breath catch, her nails digging into his shoulders. This was different from the barn—slower, deeper, more connected. Every thrust deliberate, every touch intentional.
"You feel so good," Grant breathed against her neck. "So perfect."
Riley wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper. "Harder."
"Yeah?"
"Please."
Grant shifted his angle and thrust harder, and Riley moaned, her head falling back against the pillow.
"That's it," Grant said, his voice rough. "Let me hear you."
"Grant—"
"Say my name again."
"Grant—please—I need?—"
"What do you need?"
"More. Faster. I'm so close?—"
