Grayson
Thisisthefirsttime since getting out of the hospital that I feel like I have the energy to take River as I please. To show her how much I appreciate her and cherish her.
She’d just given me the best gift by telling me the truth and encouraging me at the same time. We still need to talk about her family coming into town, but for now, I am going to make love to the woman straddling my lap.
My teeth drag along her jaw, her hands in my hair, careful to avoid the staples I hope she’ll remove tonight.
“Grayson,” she breathes as I nip at her skin, my palm sneaking into the pajama bottoms of mine she loves most.
I figured by now she might take to wearing her own clothes more often, but unless she’s leaving the house, she wears nothing but mine.
I had to do some shopping while she was at work a few days ago because my wardrobe isn’t big enough for the both of us.
“Yes, baby. What do you need?”
“You. Just you,” she breathes against my skin, her head falling back, exposing the elegant column of her neck. The flat of my tongue runs up the center before I take her flesh between my lips.
Her hips mindlessly grind against my teasing finger, eager to feel me sink inside her. A thick layer of her arousal coating my digits and palm.
“Stand up.”
She immediately climbs off my lap, clumsily standing to her feet, staring at me with wide eyes. Her blown pupils hiding those gray and green eyes in contrast to her rosy, flushed cheeks.
“Gray?”
“Take off your clothes.” Her head cocks to the side in question. It’s rare I let her undress herself. I enjoy running my hands over her heated flesh as I pull each article free of her body too much to let her ruin my fun. But right now, in the dim recessed lighting of our back covered patio with the stars sitting high in the sky above, I want to watch. “Come on, River. Show me.”
She curls the hem of my shirt in her fingers, slowly lifting it until a sliver of her brown skin shows above the waistband of my oversized pants.
Everything about her is intoxicating, and for a moment, I regret telling her to strip. The tease might be too much for me to handle tonight.
More of her soft stomach comes into view before she lifts the shirt over her head, shaking out her hair.
Her naked tits stare back at me. I hadn’t even noticed she had nothing on under my t-shirt. Likely a consequence of becoming accustomed to her walking around without a bra. It’s just normal now.
Her fingers find her already peaked nipples. Twisting the hardened nubs between her fingers, alternating between tugging and massaging her breasts, her eyes stay locked with mine. “Is this what you wanted, Gray?”
I nod, tucking my bottom lip into my mouth as her hands slide down her body, thumbs hooking into the band of my pants. My mind curious if she’s naked beneath those, too.
She slowly bends, shimmying them down her legs, revealing my boxer briefs. The ones with dancing cows I got as a gag gift from one of the guys on the circuit.
There’s no holding back my laugh as she cocks a hip, tits swaying with her movement. “Like what you see?”
“Baby, we’re going to need to get those off… Right. Now.” I reach for her, but she slides out of my grasp, wagging a finger at me.
“I showed you mine. Now let’s see yours.” Ready to tear the shirt over my head rather than fuck with the countless buttons. Her hand grabs mine, placing my palm at the center of her chest. “Let me. There are other areas that need your attention.”
Our mouths clash. A hard, unforgiving kiss as my hands roam her naked torso. My fingers skirt higher, squeezing her breast, while the other sinks low beneath the band of briefs. Moisture coats my skin, her hiss only making me chuckle against her lips.
“Always so wet for me. I’m going to slide right in, aren’t I?”
She nods against my lips as my thumb presses against her swollen clit, a single finger dipping into her entrance. Her fingers fumble with the buttons of my shirt, eventually grabbing hold of the two sides and pulling. Her grunt only encouraging me to work my fingers in and out of her pulsing pussy faster. Deeper. Swiping against all the spots that cause her walls to flutter and contract for me.
“Shit. Gray,” her forehead hits my chest before pulling away from me. My slick fingers slide along her belly as she backs away before I stick out my tongue, licking them clean.
“Mmm,” I hum. “You taste like mine.”
She’s back in my space in seconds, dragging me to my feet, unbuckling my belt, and tearing my jeans and briefs down my legs in one swift motion. Her mouth circling the swollen head seconds later, legs spread wide, as she circles her clit. “Fuck. Yes. Just like that.”
