"Are you sure you're okay?" he asks, concern in his eyes.
“I don’t want to think about it anymore tonight. I just want you.”
“You’ve got me,” he says as I push into his erection harder.
With surprising strength, he stands up, lifting me with him. I wrap my legs around his waist instinctively, my arms looping around his neck as he holds me against him.
"Bedroom," he murmurs, gently lowering my feet to the floor.
He takes my hand and together we walk to the bedroom, the anticipation building with each step. His fingers are intertwined with mine, strong and reassuring, guiding me through the dimly lit penthouse.
When we cross the threshold into his bedroom, the city lights glimmer through the windows, casting everything in a soft glow. Grant turns to me, his eyes dark with desire, and slowly unzips my dress. It falls to the floor in a whisper of fabric, andI'm standing before him in just my underwear, my baby bump visible in the half-light.
"You're so incredible," he whispers, his hands tracing the curve of my stomach. "Every inch of you."
I reach for his shirt buttons, undoing them one by one. "I need you," I tell him, pushing the shirt off his shoulders. "I need to feel you against me."
His skin is warm under my palms as I run my hands across his broad chest. I unbutton his pants and push them down. My hands find the waistband of his boxers, slipping beneath the fabric to feel the hot, smooth skin of his erection. I wrap my fingers around him, delighting in his sharp intake of breath as I stroke him slowly.
“You’re so hard for me,” I say.
"God, Emma," he groans, his eyes half-closed with pleasure. “You make me crazy.”
We move to the bed together, and as soon as my back hits the mattress, Grant’s hands are everywhere at once—possessive andhungry—like he wants to devour me inch by inch.
His mouth crashes against mine, stealing my breath as his fingers tangle in my hair, tugging just hard enough to make me whimper. His tongue flicks over my collarbone, his teeth scraping just enough to make me squirm. I arch against him, my nipples hard and begging for his mouth.
But he’s not in a hurry. He absolutely loves to torture me by taking his time.
His hands slide down my sides, fingers digging into the flesh of my hips before he grips my ass, holding me against him so I can feelexactlyhow hard he is. His thick cock presses against me, and I roll my hips just to hear him groan again.
“You’redripping,” he growls against my throat, his fingers sliding under the elastic of my panties, tracing the soaked fabric.As his fingers brush over my clit, I feel like I might come right then and there.
He gets on his knees and drags my panties down my legs before spreading my thighs wide. His breath is hot against me, his tongue flicking out just once—teasing—before he buries his face between my legs. His tongue is relentless, pushing into me with slow, deep strokes before swirling around my clit. I tangle my hands in his hair, grinding against his mouth, my thighs shaking as pleasure coils tighter and tighter inside me.
“Fuck—Grant—please—” I gasp, as he continues sliding his fingers inside me curling just right, stretching me as his thumb presses down on my clit.
I cry out as the tension breaks, pleasure exploding through me as his skilled tongue and fingers work in perfect harmony. My thighs clamp around his head as wave after wave crashes over me. Grant doesn't relent, drawing out my orgasm until I'm trembling and incoherent, my fingers clutching desperately at the sheets.
"Grant, oh my god," I gasp, my chest heaving as I try to catch my breath. My entire body feels electric and tingling.
He kisses his way up my body, his mouth glistening with evidence of my pleasure, his eyes dark with hunger. When he reaches my face, he kisses me deeply.
"Turn over," he commands, his voice low and gravelly with desire.
I comply without hesitation, rolling onto my stomach. Grant's hands immediately find my hips, lifting them slightly. I feel the solid warmth of his body positioning behind me, his erection pressing insistently against me.
He enters me slowly, filling me inch by delicious inch until I'm gasping. The angle is incredible, allowing him to hit spots that make me moan. His hands grip my hips firmly as he beginsto move, setting a rhythm that has me pushing back into him with each stroke.
His thrusts become deeper, more insistent as his hand slides around my hip. His fingers find my clit, still sensitive from my first orgasm, and begin circling with deliberate pressure. The dual sensation—him filling me completely from behind while his fingers work their magic—is almost too much to bear.
"Oh god, right there," I gasp, pressing back against him as his fingers move faster.
Grant's breath is hot against my neck as he leans over me, his chest against my back. "I want to feel you come around me," he whispers, his voice strained.
The pressure builds rapidly, impossibly intense as his fingers maintain their rhythm. My entire body tightens, trembling on the edge until I can't hold back anymore. I shatter completely, crying out his name as waves of pleasure crash through me. My inner walls clench around him in pulsing contractions.
"Emma—fuck—" Grant groans, his rhythm faltering. His fingers dig into my hip as he thrusts once, twice more before burying himself deep inside me with a guttural moan. I feel him pulsing, his body shuddering against mine as my own orgasm continues to ripple through me.
