The tip of my cock is wet with her, every breath a struggle. Sweat beads my forehead and neck. The second my grip eases, she settles back on me, and we both groan. Her pussy clenches the tip of my cock, and I can feel it, feel how much she wants me. My body roars at me to flip her over. Drive into her. Claim her.
"Molly," Her name breaks in my mouth, and I find a way to separate us. "Just--…hang on--"
"You said you wouldn't stop me," she pants, hips wiggling in my grip.
"I know," I pant back. "I know, and I swear I won’t, but I need--I need a--" Condom. Priest. Defibrillator.
When it lands that I'm not saying no, she relents, shifting forward, putting my cock at least three or four inches from her pussy, which isn't nearly enough, but it's something. I swear to god I can still feel the heat of her on my cock. She plants her hands between my biceps and torso, breathing hard, her eyes glassy and lust drunk..
I look up at her, smooth her hair. Force her to really look at me.
"I'm not gonna tell you no," I start, just so we're clear, "but I need you to take a breath, think with your brain--not your pussy--and tell me with words what it is you want."
She softens, the wildness easing in her as she takes a slow breath and lets it out, holding my gaze. For a second, she just looks at me, her face touched with adoration. She cups my jaw. Looks so deep into my eyes, I swear she can see my soul.
And then she says, "Grey, if you don't fuck me right now, I'm going to die."
I start to laugh, but she's kissing me, deep and heady and thick with longing, with desire. My fingers tangle in her silky hair, and when I break the kiss, it's to roll us over, putting her on her back and me on my side looking down at her. And then I kiss her again, hoping we're both ready.
CHAPTER 38
UNTIL THE END
MOLLY
My heart jackhammers in my chest so hard I swear I can feel it behind my eyes. I'm still trembling, my thighs jelly as he reaches across me for his nightstand and rummages around. The drawer closes. Nerves skitter through me.
This is happening.
I watch him tear open the condom, my pussy flexing at the sight of him rolling it down the length of his cock. It's mesmerizing, the way his hands move, efficient and practiced. The way his cock looks, thick and flushed. The way it stretches over him. I love when he touches himself, but this is a whole new level. Becausethismeans he's about to be inside me.
I'm terrified. It's delicious. I'm glad he stopped me and my slobbering pussy from bearing down on him in the heat of the moment--I really did need to stop and think with my brain for a second, tell him what I want out loud, with words. And now, this is it.
He slides up next to me, peering at me like he's memorizing my face as he touches my cheek, traces my jaw. A flash of fearburns through me, worries firing off in its wake. What if I'm bad at it? What if it hurts too much? What if I disappoint him? He has so experience and I have none.
"You okay?" he asks gently.
I nod. "Just nervous. A little scared," I say on a laugh so he knows what kind of scared.
His throat works, Adam's apple bobbing. "Me too."
Grey? Scared? The thought shocks me. "You are?"
A little nod. "Of hurting you. Of fucking this up." His forehead drops to mine so he doesn't have to look at me when he says, "Of not being what you need."
Oh my god. My heart is so tight, so full. It's all so much, too much, and I'm desperate to break the tension. So I smile.
"Well, I've done extensive research," I start.
His lips quirk. "Extensive, huh?"
"So much porn, Grey.So much porn."
He laughs, and my heart sings. "Jesus Christ, Molly."
And for a second we stare at each other again.
"It was always going to be you." The words slip out of me before I can stop them. I watch the shock on his face as it dawns on him. "I've known for a while now. Maybe since the first night you stayed. Maybe before that."
