I whimpered as his tongue worked its way under the silky fabric while his large fingers still stroked inside my opening. He was taking me higher and higher.
“Grayson,” I struggled out. I came with a cry, his tongue wrapped around my clit.
He let me fall on the bed in a heap. The mattress dipped as he crawled beside me. His fingers tangled in my sweaty hair.
He turned his face to me. I moaned as he kissed me hard. I might be thoroughly spent, but he was just warming up.
He kissed me till I was breathless, then he trailed kisses down to my breasts. He took one in his mouth, sucking and kissing and nipping.
He slid the wet panties down my hips then cast them to the floor. Then he pulled one of my legs to rest on his hip. His hand was back between my legs, and I let out a loud, helpless moan as he stroked the wetness once again.
“Grayson,” I begged.
His head moved up to take my mouth again, his tongue swirling against mine as his fingers stroked me.
He kissed me like he stroked me, long and slow, taking his time, wanting to keep me on the edge of pleasure just a moment longer.
My hand draped over his shoulder to cradle the back of his head. I needed him closer to me as his tongue claimed my mouth.
My breath hitched, and I arched against him as he stroked me faster.
“Grayson …” I whimpered. I bit his bottom lip as I came on his hand. Then I lay there next to him, panting, while he pressed kisses on my face.
“I can do this all night,” he whispered harshly in my ear. “And I will if you don’t leave.”
“Okay,” I said. “Okay, just …” I tried to hold up my hand. “Just give me like five minutes. And some water and a snack. Preferably carbs, but I’ll take whatever’s in the fridge.”
Grayson huffed out a laugh.
“You are incorrigible.”
“SAT word.”
I leaned in to kiss him because I could, because we were, well, a thing. Some sort of thing. We weren’tnota thing anyways, and Grayson didn’t yell at me when I kissed his mouth or his nose or his jaw.
I wanted all of him.
Suddenly I decided I could, in fact, go the rest of the night. Especially if I could convince him to take off his clothes.
“I want you,” I whispered to him and let my hands drift down.
He grabbed my wrist, turning me on my back so he could straddle me.
“Yes, take me.”
He pinned my arms above my head.
“I told you, Ms. Collins,” he said, enunciating the words, “I’m not going to fuck you.”
“Sharing is caring.”
He climbed off the bed, leaving me there staring up at the white ceiling.
“You have way too much self-control.”
“No, I don’t have enough,” he replied, crossing by the bed to the lone nightstand to remove his cuff links.
When I was sure he wasn’t looking at me, I sat up and quickly ran my fingers through my hair so I didn’t look like a clown with half my frizzy hair flattened to my skull.
