“You won’t,” she whimpered, trying her best to spread her thighs, but they were pinned between his on either side of her. The hand not supporting his weight off her was running over her side, from hip all the way up to the side curve of one breast. “I need you. The way it should have been…”
“Fuck, baby girl,” he groaned miserably, thrusting lightly against her. His mouth dragged over the nape of her neck, hisbeard tickling her spine. “We don’t rush, understand? I’m going to take my time.”
She nodded against her hands, whimpering, “Yes, Grant.”
The hand at her waist disappeared and then she felt him nudging at the space between her thighs. “Shift your hips up just a little, yes, just like that.” His whispered praise rang through her and made her light up from the inside. Her thighs parted just enough to allow him to press his fingers between them, finding her wet already. “Such a good girl. You tell me if this hurts, okay?”
She nodded, moaning when he sank his fingers in deep. She was tender, but it wasn’t painful. “I’m okay, Grant. Please.”
His fingers disappeared and then the broad, blunt head of his cock was at her entrance. Arching against him as he pushed in, she dropped her forehead to the mattress on a long moan. She was ready for him, and he sank all the way in, grinding his front against the backside of her thighs and ass. His forehead dropped to her shoulder, his mouth pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses to her spine as he rocked against her achingly slowly.
“I love you,” he breathed against her skin, and she exalted in the passion charged words. His lips continued to pepper her skin with kisses, his beard tickling her. She arched against his slow thrusts. His chest was against her back, his weight braced on one forearm as it lay flat against the mattress beside her, his other hand constantly roving over every inch of her skin that he could reach. His tempo never increased, remaining a steady, slow, deep roll of his hips that took him out to the tip, then all the way back in, stealing her breath every time. “I love you, Hope.”
“I love you,” she whispered back over her shoulder. His lips pressed against her temple. Every roll of his hips sent him so deep, the tip of him grazing that spot deep inside.
“I want you to come for me,” he whispered against her temple. “Can you do that, butterfly? I want to feel this pussy flutter for me.”
“Ohmygod,” she moaned brokenly, his pretty praise and filthy words causing an avalanche of mini explosions to erupt throughout her body. Her inner walls clenched around him, and he groaned fiercely in approval, his hips thrusting just a little harder, faster. She nodded, writhing beneath him. “Yes.”
“You’re going to give me three, Hope.” His deep, low voice rumbled through his chest and into her back. “One for each one I stole from you. I want number one. Give it to me, butterfly.”
With his cock reaching as deep as he could go, hitting that special spot deep inside, she nodded frantically, her muscles tightening, heart threatening to pound its way out of her chest, and she fisted her fingers in the sheet beneath her. His mouth closed over the meaty part of her shoulder, taking a love bite sharp enough to make her cry out as she came around him, squeezing him deep. He grunted against her back, rocking his hips slowly, working her through the first orgasm and prolonging it. She shuddered and whimpered, sinking her teeth into the sheet as it rolled on and on.
“Fuck, that was a good girl,” he panted, and she wished she could swivel her head enough to kiss him. His hand at her side squeezed tightly before soothing gently. “I fucking love how pretty you come, Hope.”
Sucking lungful after lungful of air in, she moaned, rolling her hips against his as aftershocks coursed through her, squeezing him sporadically. He chuckled against her back before levering himself up on his hands, raising his chest off her back. Thrusting hard and deep, he pounded into her over and over again, the change in angle sending him deeper, harder than before. It wasn’t long before she cried out sharply, on the edge of falling again. “Grant… oh fuck. I’m going to—”
“Two, butterfly,” Grant growled from above her even as her body began to shake uncontrollably. “You’re right there. Give me another one.”
This one barreled through her swiftly, knocking the breath clear out of her lungs and she screamed silently, face pressed into the sheet as she came with an explosion around his hammering cock. He thrust hard, holding still, pressed fully against her as it coursed through her. He groaned roughly and she could feel him throbbing inside her.
“Fuck you’re going to make me come,” he growled on a laugh. Shifting and sliding out of her, he parted her thighs and lifted her hips into the air, notching her knees into the mattress, her torso pressed to the bed. He lined himself up and sank back into her, making slow, shallow thrusts. His hands smoothed over her ass and down her thighs, fingers trailing over her skin, making her shiver. “I’m never going to get enough of this, Hope, never going to get enough of you.”
“I know,” she whispered, turning her head to look at him over her shoulder. He was braced on his widespread knees, hands spanned across the small of her waist, resting against the wide slope of her hips. He was magnificent, and all hers. He continued making those slow, shallow thrusts, his hands never remaining still, always moving, touching everything he could.
“Hope,” he groaned, throwing his head back as she squeezed her inner muscles around him. He shifted again, pulling out of her and laying on his back. Hauling her up and over him, she squeaked in surprise and settled her legs on either side of his hips. He wasted no time, guiding his cock back to her entrance and pulling her down sharply on top of him, sinking all the way in.
“Grant—”
“I want my third.”
Fuck. Like this?she thought worriedly. Using her thighs, she lifted her body up and over his, then sank back down on him, his hands spreading wide along her ribcage. Her still damp hair clung to her shoulders and down her back. She braced her hands wide on his chest, palms flat, using them and her thighs as leverage as she moved over him. She bit her lip and stared down at him, fully aware that her entire soft, jiggly body was on full display for him.
Grabbing both of her hands in his, Grant tugged her forward until her chest rested against him, and then he released her hands, wrapping both of his arms around her so he could piston his hips upward, over and over again. She dropped her head to his shoulder and cried out, circling her hips against his, which only made her moan louder at the sensation. So good.
One of his hands found her throat, tilting her face up toward his. He kissed her, kissed her so deeply that tears burned her eyes. Pressing her forehead to his, she panted brokenly as he brought her to another soul snatching, earth shattering orgasm. Her body bowed, her thighs shaking violently as she came, sobbing with the intensity of it.
“Yes, fuck yes, Hope, just like that,just like that—” Grant growled raggedly, holding onto her tightly and using his hips to thrust hard upward again and again. He came with a guttural shout, and she felt him pulsing inside her, spilling into her with steady, hot bursts. Smoothing his hands over her hair, he peppered her forehead and temple with kisses as her body continued to shake. “Oh, good girl, that’s my beautiful girl. You come so good, Hope.”
Several tears tracked down her cheeks and he kissed them away tenderly, his hands still stroking her hair. This…this with Grant, was exactly what she’d needed. A reset. A reminder of just how incredible they were together. She loved him with every beat of her thundering heart.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Van showered and cleaned up the kitchen, putting away the leftover pizza and salad. When the unmistakable sound of Hope climaxing drifted down the stairs, he grinned, groaning lightly when his cock began to harden at the thought of what Grant was doing to their girl to elicit such a reaction from her.
He leaned against the counter, folding his arms across his chest. He knew that she and Grant had needed their time alone. Grant had punished himself thoroughly, beating himself up for the way he’d treated Hope in the office, though Van still didn’t know the full details, and wasn’t sure he wanted to know. It was in the past, and by the sound drifting down from Grant’s bedroom, they were working things out just fine.
When they came down the stairs a short time later, Hope had her arm looped around Grant’s waist, and he had one arm draped over her shoulders. Van watched as Grant dropped a kiss to her lips when she turned her face up to look at him, and the smile that graced her face turned Van’s heart to putty. She washere, and she was glowing. This was where she was supposed to be.
