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“Don’t you like…. need to breathe?”
He chuckles. “I though you trusted me.”
I shift on my feet. “I do. But…”
“But nothing.” He let’s go of his cock and reaches out to grab me by my hips. “Sit. On. My. Face.”
Before I can react, I’m hoisted in the air, then I’m straddling his head. My hands instinctively grip onto the headboard, and he kisses my thigh.
“Alright baby. Let’s see how loud you can scream.”
As soon as his tongue meets my throbbing center, I’m electrified. My body screams as I start to move my hips, chasing the release I know I desperately need. My nerves are shot, my muscles tight, and right now all I want is to feel that overwhelming bliss.
I rock my hips, and he hums his approval, flicking the spot that makes my thighs quiver.
My muscles clench as my climax rises to the surface. My moans get louder, my fingernails dig into the wooden bed frame all while his tongue unravels every single ounce of anxiety I have.
My hair hangs down my back, tickling the skin above my tailbone as I tilt my head back, letting the moment flow over me. The moment right before I know I’m about to come all over Greyson Roy’s face.
Then it hits. Pure euphoria as a scream lurches from my throat. His arms brace down over my thighs as my body shakes, and after what feels like a million unhinged seconds later, I fall limp against the headboard.
I’m breathing hard, my face is smushed against the wood, and I’m so dazed I haven’t even given a thought to if Greyson is alive underneath me. I abruptly sit up as I swipe the damp hair from my face. I feel his arms tighten on my legs and when I look down to meet his eyes his lips are shining with my release. He smiles again, then runs his tongue over his bottom lip before commanding. "Again.”
Chapter 47
Greyson
Tilly slumps over, her heart pounding as she gasps. “I can’t, Grey.”
She just gifted me with her third orgasm, and I finally give her a little mercy. I let her climb off of me, but not before I’m hovering over her satisfied body.
“I think you can, Rosie.” I run my palm over her smooth skin. “One more.”
She groans, but her body betrays her because she opens those long legs, allowing me to slide inside of her in one smooth thrust.
She cries out, her hands grasping at my back. My lips meet hers, kissing and nipping as I slide in and out of the last woman I plan on ever having this part of me.
Somewhere between her roaming hands and our tongues dancing, my hips slow. I’m no longer thrusting as wildly as I can, I’m slowly burying myself to the hilt, just to slowly pull back out. I don’t think I’ve ever made love before, but fuck, if this is it, I’ll make love to her every day for the rest my life. I pull away from her lips, letting my gaze get lost in her blue eyes. I don’t have to ask if we’ll get through this. I don’t have to ask if she’ll still be mine. I can feel it.
“I love you,” I whisper, pressing my hips against hers.
She whimpers before breathing out, “I love you, too.”
Then it’s skin, sweat, rapid heartbeats, and groans of pleasure as she gives me what I asked for.
One more.
I spend two hours wrapped around her. Trying to pour out seven years worth of feelings in the small window of time. I waited until her breathing grew even and she was fast asleep. Then I got dressed and went home.
Alone.
When I walk in, my mother is sitting on the couch in some kind of mint green paste that looks like dried mud. She’s dressed in a white robe with a full glass of wine perched in her hand. Fried Green Tomatoes, a movie she’s watched at least a thousand times over my life span is playing on the TV. I would never admit it to the general public, but it’s a damn good movie.
“Greyson! Sit.” She pats the couch cushion next to her.
Mom was always the softer parent. The one who gave me nothing but encouragement. Never criticism. No matter how bad of a game I played.
“You look tired, son.” She smiles, causing the goop on her face to crack.
