Page 77 of Gravity

“Open your eyes, baby. I’ve got you.”

When she does, I circle her clit with my thumb and push into her fully. She cries out and I hold myself steady, letting her adjust to me. Her breaths come out in short sharp gasps, and I kiss them away. She’s so tight, fitting perfectly as her body shudders under my touch.

“Jesus, Nora. You feel so fucking good.”

“Please, Grayson.”

And that’s all it takes for my world to shift.

Pulling out, I thrust back inside her again, my hips in slow, controlled moves. A deep growl leaves my chest, revealing to me just how long it has been since I was inside a woman. But Jesus, it’s been worth that wait because never has a woman felt the way that Nora does.

Her legs wrap around me, her nails drawing over my skin creating shockwaves down my body as my name leaves her lips.

“Oh, God.”

“Fuck, Nora.”

And like I’m completely transfixed; I lock my eyes with her and lose myself in her blues. Getting lost in everything that she is and everything we are.

This. Her. Us.

“So beautiful.”

As I feel her begin to tighten, my own orgasm races to meet hers. Pleasure pools in my pelvis and my body roars. When her climax hits and my name leaves her lips in a beautiful song, I cum hard, burying my head in the crook of her neck as I continue to thrust out my release.

She’s wanted me to be her first, but the truth is, she’s mine. There’ve been women, but I’ve never experienced anything like this before—this overwhelming state of euphoria. I’ve dreamt about this moment, I’ve thought about this day, but nothing has ever compared to the feelings that are chasing my heart right now.

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“You are so beautiful,” I whisper, stroking my finger down her nose as she rests her head against my chest, looking up at me.

A gentle smile graces her lips, but she doesn’t say anything; she doesn’t have to. The soft beating of her heart and the tips of her fingers that dust over my chest as she lays between my sheets is enough for me. We’ve been lying here for some time, the comfortable silence our only conversation, and the way her body molds against mine is like she was made just for me.

“Thank you, Grayson,” she whispers.

“For what?”

“Letting it be you. I always knew and wanted it to be you.”

I place a little kiss on her nose. “Thank you for wanting it to be me. And I’m sorry it wasn’t perfect.”

She frowns. “What are you talking about?”

I think about the time she told me she’s never been touched and all the ways I wanted to make it right for her. A first time should be memorable for any woman, and I’d wanted that, but I’m not sure this was the way I should have gone about it.

“I wanted you in soft sheets and, I don’t know, maybe fairy lights around you so you felt special. Soft music to make it more romantic. What I gave you was a meal for one on my truck before I brought you in here and threw you on the bed.”

She chuckles, moving herself up from where she’s resting and shifting across to lay her whole body on top of mine. Her skin on mine makes it easier for me to breathe and her heart that vibrates against my chest is the lifeline I’ve needed.

“Soft sheets and fairy lights wouldn’t have been the same experience to having your head between my thighs and your tongue fucking me senseless whilst on top of your truck. Nor would it have changed the way it felt when you were inside me. Because that too was fucking amazing.”

I growl. “You and your dirty talk.”

“But it’s true. You were all that mattered. And it was perfect.” She kisses me softly, and I smooth my hands down the soft skin of her body, grasping her ass and giving it a little squeeze, feeling damn lucky to be the guy who had the honor of being her first—the only man to have touched her beautiful body and caress it in the way I’ve always wanted. However, at the same time, it blows my mind that she could have been with anyone, yet she chose me.

“Have you really not been with anyone because of Asher and the guys knowing who he was?”

She sighs. “Partly. Some college guys knew him. Others had heard of him and those who had no idea soon learned about him. Dating the Nelson girl became a guy’s life sentence, so they avoided me at all costs. The times I did date was when he was deployed, but when he arrived home it had to stop. One time, I was out with a guy called Josh. It was our third date and we’d just been out to grab some food. As we walked back to campus, he stopped and kissed me. That was our first and last kiss because a little while later he had a phone call. Asher had somehow found out we were dating and told him if he wanted to keep his legs, then he had to let me go.”