His cock is so close to my pussy, I can feel the slight draft of air against my flesh that his hand movement is creating. It only serves to turn me on more. I rub faster, the need to come building and building.
“Now push two fingers inside of you, fuck your hand for me.”
I use my middle and ring finger, sliding them in as deep as they will go, then resume my pumping motion like I did earlier. Slowly at first but quickly gaining speed. “Oh, Greyson. This feels so good.”
“Yeah? You like touching your pretty pink pussy in front of me, Bunny?” He watches my fingers slide in and out.
I nod eagerly. “But I wish it was you,” I whisper.
His eyes flick to mine. “I know, baby. Me too.” He looks back down and places his hand beside my hip, bringing him even closer to me. If I were to scoot my hips down a little, he would be touching my entrance. “Curve your fingers. It will help.”
I do as I’m told, and that same tingle begins to bloom. Pressure builds deep down, my channel contracting against my fingers. I pump faster and faster, moaning and whimpering through my bitten-down lip.
“Fuck, you’re so hot, Bunny. Come all over your fingers. Show me how much you wish it was my monster cock pounding into you instead.”
I release my battered lip and open my mouth wide, feeling myself on the edge of the precipice and about to fall over. “Oh God, Greyson. Yes! I’m gonna come.” I pull my fingers out quickly and rub down hard on my clit while pinching my nipple harder, knowing that will finish the job.
And it does. I free fall over the edge into a beautiful stormy sea.
I let go of my breast and bite down on my hand as I cry out with pleasure, throwing my head into the mattress, my back arching off the bed. Greyson’s movements become frantic as he pants louder while my hips buck uncontrollably, hitting the tip of his cock against my fingers every time.
His hand suddenly slips on the bed, higher along the side of my body, making him practically fall over me. The movement places the head of his cock right at my entrance as my hips lift once more, pushing him inside me.
I moan loudly as he swears, and his eyes grow wide. “FUCK!” He pulls out fast. “Fuck. Fuck. FUCK. Bunny!” The unexpected action throws him overboard, joining me in the deep waters. He erupts all over my pussy and fingers with a growl.
He drops his head to my chest and plants a delicate kiss against my sternum before pulling himself back up. I bring my sticky hand covered in both our juices up to my lips and lick my fingers clean.
His nostrils flare as his gaze grows feral. “Fuck. That’s sexy.”
I giggle and lick my lips of any remnants. “I thought you said no touching?”
He offers me a devilish smirk. “I lied.”
“Bad, bad Wolf.”
“Don’t move, I’ll get something to clean up,” he says as he stands from the bed, then pulls on his pants and silently opens the door and exits the room.
He comes back a minute later with a wet washcloth and returns between my legs. Gently, he passes the warm cloth over my sensitive pussy and his evidence of pleasure. My heart beats a little harder at how attentive and gentle he’s being with me in the moment. No one has ever taken care of me in this way after sex, or whatever we’re going to call this.
He kisses the inside of my thigh and gets back up, leaving the room once more. He didn’t take the rest of his things, so I know he’ll be back. I get up from the bed and search for my clothes, pulling my top back on, then my pants, leaving him my panties.
I’ve already returned to the bed by the time he comes back into the room. He climbs above me on all fours, wrapping an arm around my waist as he pulls me higher up the bed along with him.
Laying my head on the pillow, he drops down on his back beside me, then passes his arm behind my neck, pulling me closer to his body. My head now rests on his chest as I cuddle his side.
He threads his fingers through my hair soothingly as he murmurs, “I’m clean. I always wear a condom. Gracie’s momwas the only exception, and that’s because I was shit-faced. But I get tested regularly.” The rumble of his voice travels into my ear.
“I believe you, Greyson.”
We’ve never done this, cuddling in bed. Hell, it’s the first time we’re in a bed together actually, aside from the occasional sitting next to each other. I don’t know why I never pictured Greyson to be the cuddling type after sex. Although we didn’t technically have sex.
I sigh contentedly.This feels nice.
We stay quiet for a while before he speaks up again in a hushed voice. “I think we should revisit that conversation we had about us… not right now, but when I get back from our two away games.”
In two days, Greyson has a game here in Toronto. Tomorrow the rest of his team is flying out, and he’ll be joining them the next morning for practice while I stay here with his family and Gracie. And later that night, we’ll all go watch their son play together. Then the next morning, I’ll be flying back home with Gracie and Aubrey, and Greyson will be coming back home three days later.
“Okay,” I whisper back.
