When he slid his thumb slowly over my clit, I couldn't stop the moan that escaped me. Or the way my hips rolled with the motion, chasing the pleasure.
My hands found his hair again.
His lips curved slowly. "You ready?"
"Ready for what?"
"My fingers."
Ohh.
Fuck.
"You're going to ride them," he said.
God, yes.
Grayson stroked my clit slowly with his thumb, dragging his mouth and lips down the inside of my thigh.
I was much more sensitive, in the real world.Everything felt so much better. It was mind-blowingly good in my dreams, but I wished for just a moment that this was my reality.
He lifted me off the couch and set me on his lap. His finger—just one—pressed lightly to my entrance.
Grayson wouldn't make the first move. Not when we did this. This was when he made me take what I wanted.
I lowered my body a little bit, and his thick finger met my opening.
Those stunning green eyes of his were dark with need and desire
"Just like that, Love. You can take it."
For a moment, I considered freeing his cock and taking what I really wanted. I knew he would give it to me. He'd made it clear that he considered himself mine as much as he considered me his, and he was much freer with sex than I was.
I was already on his hand, though, and I wasn't ready to stop.
I sank slowly over his finger.
Grayson adjusted my position, lifting me until I was directly over his erection, with the hand I was riding separating me and his hardness. My breasts were against his chest, and his lips were only a breath away from mine.
"It feels good..." I breathed. "But last night was better."
"Everything is better in the real world." Grayson kissed me."Now, stop distracting yourself. I can tell you're buying time. Your hips don't move like this when you're content, and I need to feel you come again."
I looked down, but all I could see was my bare breasts against his chest. I could feel myself rocking lightly, though. The movement was as natural as it was needy.
He was right.
I wanted more.
"Fuck them, Love."
The words were impossible to disobey.
I moved my hips.Grayson grabbed my waist and guided me through the motions. My breasts bounced against his chest and my breathing grew ragged, until his finger brushed that very sensitive spot within me.
I went still.
My body clenched around him, and a climax almost tore through me.
