“God, I can’t believe this is real,” he rasps. “I’ve imagined it so many times.”
He unfastens my bra and I shudder a little as goosebumps rise up all over my body. It’s been so long since anyone has seen me like this, and even longer since anyone has looked at me the way he’s looking at me now.
“It’s real,” I say, battling a last-minute bout of nerves as he starts to slide my panties down from my hips. “We’re really doing this.”
He stops and looks at me with those intense blue eyes. “We can take this slower if you need to. I can wait.”
“No. I don’t want to wait.” I shake my head. “I want this. I want you. Please.”
“Thank fuck.” There’s a hint of a smile playing on his lips as he lowers his head to my breast, and that’s the last thing I notice because all the other coherent thoughts leave my mind when hecloses his lips around my nipple and begins teasing it with his tongue.
I groan and arch my back, pressing myself against his hot, wet mouth. I can feel his stubble against the tender skin, and it adds a new, unexpected layer of sensation that only makes everything so much better.
My fingers curl against his shoulder, and my other hand is fisted in the sheets beside me. It feels amazing, like my whole body is finally waking up after being asleep—no, practically in a coma—for so many years.
But he’s just getting started. He moves from one breast to the other, making me squirm as he sends jolt after jolt of pure pleasure right down to my core.
“Oh fuck, that feels good,” I pant, arching my back to give him more.
“It’s about to get even better.”
I don’t have to wait long for that prediction to come true. His mouth moves lower, down past my stomach, kissing a trail that leads straight down the middle. My thighs are trembling before he ever even gets close to where they join, but he’s not rushing at all. He’s taking his time and making sure to explore every inch of my body on the way down with one feathery-light kiss after another.
I can’t remember ever feeling like this. Even though he’s barely touching me, and his mouth hasn’t reached the place where I need him most, the anticipation is already enough to have me moaning and squirming.
When he finally gets down between my legs, he licks a strip up the inside of one thigh and then the other, alternating until my heart is beating so fast I can’t catch my breath.
“I’ve been dying to taste you.”
“I didn’t know. I would have… god, I don’t know what I would’ve done.”
“Now you know.” He leans in and flicks his tongue out to taste me, and I feel his warm breath against my core as he moans. “Fuck, you’re already so wet for me.”
“More,” I whimper. “I need more.”
The first few teasing licks of his tongue are soft and slow. Just enough to keep me moaning and grinding myself against him, but not nearly enough to do anything except leave me even more desperate than before.
But when he slips two fingers inside me and starts pumping them in and out while his mouth goes to work, I’m lost. The heat and the need and the pleasure are all bubbling up at the same time, and it’s almost too much, but I still can’t get enough.
“Oh fuck, Grant. Oh god. That’s so good. Please don’t stop. Right there, yes.”
“Damn, I love hearing you fall apart for me.” His voice is muffled against me. “Love the way you get so desperate.”
He’s relentless. His fingers are working some kind of magic, and his tongue is licking and flicking, circling my clit and then pressing against it until I see stars. We’re only a few minutes in, and he already has me on the edge, hands fisted in the sheets, barely coherent as I babble and plead for him to keep going.
The only thing that snaps me back to reality is when he rolls over onto his back and carries me with him, making my whole world flip until I’m looking down at myself straddling his open mouth.
“Oh my god,” I murmur. My first instinct is to be embarrassed and self-conscious, to try to cover myself now that I’m so exposed.
“You’re doing great.” His hands grip my thighs. “I want you right here. I want you to come so hard I can taste every bit of you. You can do that, can’t you? Be a good girl and ride my face?”
I want to. God, I want to. I want to be a good girl for him and let him take control. But I’m not sure I know how.
“Yes you do,” he says, answering my thoughts. Or… oh shit, how much of that did I say out loud? “I’m telling you, you can do this. All you have to do is let go. Just let yourself feel everything you’re feeling. Don’t worry about what I think or whether you’re doing the right thing. Let yourself sink into it. Enjoy it.”
His words give me a little bit of courage. Enough, at least, that I can lower myself down until I feel the brush of his lips and the scratch of his stubble against my pussy.
“There you go. Just like that. Grab that headboard and ride my face. Yeah, my beautiful Hurricane. So good for me.”
