God, I would love nothing more than to feel her with nothing between us. But this is new, and we aren’t serious. She’s already given me too much in the last forty-eight hours. I can’t ask her for this too.
“I’m on the pill,” she says quietly. “And I’m clean.”
“Are you sure?” I ask. It’s like she could read my mind. This woman is everything. She was made for me.
“Yes.”
I finish removing my clothes, and she raises herself to help me. Once I’m naked, she sets herself back on my lap and slowly moves her hips back and forth.
“Greer, I’m a grown man, but if you keep doing that, I’m going to come right here before you’ve had a proper chance to ride me. So either you sit on my cock, or you move those hips faster and put me out of my misery.”
She grins—she knew exactly what she was doing.
Reaching between us, she grips me in her hand, pumping up and down slowly two times before she lowers herself onto me.
She’s so fucking tight.
I can never get enough of her.
She lowers a little before rising, only to repeat the process over and over, each time taking more of me. Finally, as if she can’t handle it, she slams down on me. I know she wants to scream out, because instead of doing that, she kisses me, biting my lower lip.
Sweet sunshine Greer Harrison is a minx when it comes to sex, and I absolutely love it.
I meet her rhythm; our bodies moving in sync until I feel that familiar sting at the base of my spine.
“Baby, tell me you’re close.”
“Almost.”
“Hold on to my shoulders,” I say.
I need to get her there if I want her to come with me.
I pound into her from where I sit, our bodies slapping together and our breathing the only noise in the room. She lets out a soft moan, but by the way she now bites my shoulder, I know I’m giving her what she needs.
“Yes,” she purrs into my ear. “Don’t stop, Simon.”
Faster and faster I pump, until she makes the smallest of squeaks in my ear, her breathing frantic.
I feel her pulse around me, and it’s all it takes to trigger my own orgasm ripping through my body and spilling into hers.
I press soft kisses to her cheeks as we come down.
I still might not have any idea what we’re doing, but I do know this.
Piece by piece, Greer is going to break this doubt in my mind. She can get me there.
I just hope I’m strong enough to hold on until she does.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
GREER
The next morning, I barely make it out my door before Simon is jogging off his porch to give me a good morning kiss.
It was unexpected, and it’s the only thing I can think about as I push my bike into the studio and prop it against the wall by the window.
It’s been a whole three days. I don’t want my mind to run wild with whatever this thing between Simon and me could be. I can’t forget what he told me in the car. He won’t date. Not for real anyway.
