“How long would that take?” he asks, his beard scratching pleasantly over my skin. I love the way the bristles feel, soft and hard at the same time.
“Depends on how much instruction you need.” My breath leaves me in a rush when Grady deposits me on the bed. Themanhandling.I can’t get enough of how strong Grady is. I’m not a lightweight, and I have lots of strength from my daily regime, but damn, he can still toss me around and put me exactly where he wants me.
Grady unhooks his belt, only enough to pull his zipper down and get out his big cock. Still not taking his pants off. Fuck yes. Are we going to do it just like this? I immediately spread my legs in invitation. He’s gonna see the giant neon sign pointing to my ass, right? He missed the other ones, but this one is right here in his face. I’ll direct him with exaggerated hand movements if he needs me to. I’m a runway, and he’s a plane, and he needs to get over here right now.
Grady covers me, his heavy weight so good that I groan in pleasure. Can we live like this, with him on top of me all the time? The way it makes me feel so safe and secure, snuggled under him, is a dream. A daily dream I get to indulge in.
“You could be my blanket,” I say out loud. “Are there sex-toy blankets?” There have to be, don’t there? They have everything in sex-toy size.
Grady kisses my throat, his rough hand sliding down my thigh toward my dick. I arch my hip to help get him there quicker. The manual needs to have diagrams and lots of arrows.
“Blankets with dicks. Get snuggled and fucked, all at the same time. They can be called ‘fuckies’ instead of onesies.”
Grady kisses me instead of answering, and I know it’s so he doesn’t have to. I can’t even be offended, because I’m too busy being buried in sensations so intense they’re about to burst out of me. I lean up, lifting my head and upper back off the bed so that I can get closer, my arms clasping Grady’s broad shoulders. I wasn’t kidding about crawling inside him.
Grady nips at my chin. “Turn over for me and get the lube.”
Fuck, yes. Showtime.I twist in an instant, almost kneeing Grady in the side as I flop forward on the bed, bouncing a little. Oops. No need to damage the merchandise. I want that in working order. I could wriggle like a worm since it’s pretty close but getting up on my knees is quicker—so that’s what I do.
I don’t get far. Grady grabs my hips and licks a line over my left ass cheek before parting them and burying his face between them again.
“Fuck,” I whisper, my voice filled with gravel. My head drops onto the bed, mouthing the cover. “Yeah, right there.” A wet finger slides in besides Grady’s tongue, and I’m positive that I’ve just died and gone to heaven. How is each time better than the last? It’s already like flying, like soaring without wings, the best high I’ve ever experienced in my life. I could live to be a hundredand fifty, longer, and I know it’d still be so damn perfect. Nothing with Grady will ever be anything but.
Grady bites the sensitive curve of my ass, close to my inner thigh, and then gives it a light slap. “The lube, Lake. I can’t go further than this without it.”
If there’s ever been a better incentive than that, I’ve never heard it. My new goal in life is to get the lube.
Lifting myself back up before Grady can distract me again, because he’s very good at it, I crawl up the last of our big bed—one we bought new as a “new home” gift to ourselves even though it’s just my old home. Yanking the second drawer open on my side, I swipe up the lube. Hmm. We’ll have to get some more soon. Or steal the one that’s in the bathroom, which means we’ll then have to replace that one. Either way, lube needs to go on the shopping list.
I hesitate over the condoms. We’ve used them our whole relationship. I haven’t been with anyone else since we met, and I have absolute faith in Grady, no reason not to with the way he looks at me. Do we still need to use them?
“Lake?”
I bite my lip and pick one up, twisting to show it to Grady with a question on my face. “Do we need these?” It’s fine if he says we do, it’s not any different than what it is right now. But the idea of him sliding into me with nothing between us… I never want anything between us at any time, let alone during such an intimate moment. If we can get rid of them, if he’s okay with it, they’re all getting tossed in the bin.
Okay, maybe we’ll keep a few for like… if we decide to randomly fuck somewhere because it’s less mess, but when we’re at home and in easy reach of a shower? Nix them. Out the window. Or the bin. That’s more environmentally friendly.
Heat flares in Grady’s eyes as my question sinks in. “You want me to fuck you without it, baby?”
More than anything. “It’s just us. And I want you.” All of him. No barriers.
Grady has me on my back, head on the soft pillow, in seconds, his mouth on mine, hips sliding together.Yes.I moan and lift a knee, hooking my calf over Grady’s back so I can cling and get as close as possible.
An automatic shudder runs through me at the sound of Grady flicking the lube lip open. A visceral response from knowing what comes next. It’s the best sound in the world. Better even than the sound of the doorbell when I’ve ordered food, and I’m starving. Better than getting the last piece of pizza. Finding a packet of M&Ms in the cupboard when I thought I’d eaten the last one—and that’s a close second but not quite enough to take the top spot.
Spreading my knee, I give Grady plenty of room to work. Don’t want to hinder him or slow the process down. Efficiency is key. My back arches at the first touch of fingers against my hole, mouth opening in a strangled groan. He’s using two at once, and fuck, it’s so good. He barely lets me adjust before adding a third, and the stretching burn isso fucking goodthat it’s hard to breathe.
And then nothing but loud whines come out. Grady’s driving me mad, alternating between hard thrusts and short shallow ones, his fingers twisting inside me with every inward slide. He knows how to work my body even better than I do, and it’s equal parts frustrating andperfect.
Flinging my arm out in search of Grady’s pillow, I drag it over my face to muffle the noises. It smells like Grady, which is an added bonus. Not as good as lying on the real thing but nothing to sneeze at.
Grady kisses my thigh, fingers fucking me with excruciating slowness now. Haven’t I been prepped enough? I want morethan this. His dick is right there, hard and ready to go. What’s he waiting for?
“Your fingers are great,” I groan, more than a hint of frustration leaking out. “I love them. I love everything about them. I would grade them ten out of ten and give you all the ribbons. But right now, I really need your dick, Grady. So get up here and fuck me,please.”
If the added please doesn’t get me what I want, I honestly don’t know what will. I could try and take control, but I like it better when Grady’s the one in charge.
“Yeah?” Grady kisses my hole and then licks up my dick.Gah!My dick twitches, demanding more. Grady doesn’t linger, lips gliding across every sensitive spot that exists on me before settling his weight over me.
