“I think,” I manage between heated breaths, “you did it. You’re driving me crazy.” My body’s thrumming with arousal, wound up from his teasing. I can barely think past the pounding between my legs as Grant pulls down the straps of my dress and nibbles on my sensitive skin. “You win,” I concede, running my hands through his hair as he exposes my breasts, taking the tips into his mouth and making me gasp. “I’m thoroughly crazed now.”
He laughs before blowing air across my wet skin making it prickle. “I’m far past teasing you. I’ve been dreaming of having you spread out underneath me since the moment I saw you. I’m going to take my time.”
So slowly he peels off our clothes making sure to kiss, touch, and caress every inch of my body.
He’s every bit as gorgeous as I knew he’d be. I run my hands up and down his smooth arms, over his shoulders, and down his chest. He stands before me in perfect control as my hands wander lower over his hips until I wrap my hands around him. I watch his face, captivated by the way his eyes slip closed and how he moans so low, the breath rushing from his lungs. Seeing his reaction to my touch, I understand why he’s taking his time with me.
He doesn’t let me explore for long before pushing me back down on the mattress and settling between my spread legs. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to be between these thighs.” Grant's hot breath skates over my sex, his voice deep and sexy. “I’ve been dying to taste you.” He flicks his blue gaze up my rounded stomach before he lowers his mouth to the apex of my thighs.
My hips buck against his exploring tongue and I moan with each languid stroke. Grant lifts one leg over his shoulder pushing my other thigh against the mattress, opening me up for his exploration.
He’s setting every nerve ending on fire, bringing me close to the edge again and again without pushing me over it. It’s maddening.
“Grant, please,” I whimper, twisting my fingers in his hair. “I need you inside me.”
He gives me one long lick before lifting his head. “I love hearing you beg for my cock. Beg more.”
He latches his mouth to my clit making me cry out. “Oh, god. Please. I want your cock.”
He hums against my clit before kissing my thigh and sitting up. Grant’s all lean muscles and I can’t take my eyes off him as he grabs a condom and rips the package open with his teeth.
No unplanned pregnancy here. At least one of us has our wits about them because all I can think about is him and what he’ll feel like buried deep in my body.
Grant lays down, rolling the condom over his impressive length. “Come here.”
With an order like that, I’m not hesitating. He grabs my hips in his firm grip pulling me to straddle him. “So bossy,” I tease, my lips brushing against his mouth.
“How’s this for bossy?” A hand tugs at the hair at the base of my neck as he slides his cock through my slick folds, teasingme without pushing into me. “You’re going to ride me until you come. You think you can handle that?”
I moan. “Yes.”
“Good.” He strokes one last time before his grip loosens to let me rise up on my knees.
And sink down.
We both groan with every inch. Hot breath and panted whispers of praise ricochet off my overheated skin. Sweat glistens on his mouth-watering chest and I’m tempted to lick it off of him, but my senses are on overload. Filled to the brim, my eyes slip closed relishing in the feeling of him inside me.
“Fuck, Hazel,” Grant grits out, brushing wayward hair from my face. “You feel amazing.”
“You’re one to talk,” I pant, circling my hips and moaning at the pleasure with each stroke. “I love how you feel inside me.”
I’ve been dying for this moment for weeks now, and now that it’s here, I don’t want to take my time. We’ve been dancing around the sexual chemistry between us and I’m ready to go to full throttle.
Gripping his strong shoulders I rise up and sink back down. His steady hands squeeze my hips guiding me down as his surge upward, hitting deeper and deeper each time.
We’re so close, our bodies melded together in this moment. I’ve never felt this close to someone both mentally and physically. He’s defied everything and shows his dedication in the brush of his hand, in the hint of a smile.
I love him.
Grant’s torn through every notion of love I’ve grown to believe. He’s proving me wrong because, with him, I feel what love is supposed to be like. I’ve heard somewhere that love isn’t how often you say it, but how much you prove it to be true, and with every action, Grant proves it.
I’m lost in the feeling of him, in this golden warmth radiating from my chest as I stare into his blue eyes that I never want to stop looking into.
“You’re so beautiful. Look at you,” he says as if he’s in awe of me. As if I’m the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.
“Don’t stop,” I pant, never breaking his gaze. I never want him to stop being the man that he is. I never want to know what it’s like to be without him, without his touch, his everything.
Suddenly, Grant changes our position, flipping me onto my back before continuing to thrust into me at a brutal pace
