“We need to talk,” I realise the words I’ve spoken sound ominous too late. Her body tenses, her reaction clear for me to see.
“I’m sorry,” she starts. “I know tonight was a lot, I promise I had no idea they were going to start talking about my future like that. It was too much, and I want you to know, I know that’s not how you see us. This,” she points between the two of us, “I want you to understand,” she continues before I can interrupt, “that I know that’s not what we are. We don’t know each other, and this is just a 'both in the same place at the same time' sort of thing.” That’s enough. I’ve heard enough of this shit.
“You couldn’t be more wrong.” I could be making a giant mistake here. I could push her away with my words, discover this is completely one sided. Or, I could put my heart on the line and win the biggest prize of my life. Her.
“This isn’t a weekend fling. It was never a weekend fling, no matter how much we both might have tried to convince ourselves otherwise,” I take a deep breath, here we go. “I’m crazy about you, totally, out of my mind crazy for you. Everything is different with you, and hearing them talk this evening; about marriage, babies and knowing that’s what you want. Baby, I want to give it to you. No one else gets to giveyou their last name, no one else gets to put a baby in you, and no one else gets you. You’re mine.” She’s staring at me. No words, nothing, just staring at me; I can’t read her, and it’s killing me.
“Baby, you’re killing me here. Talk to me.” She blinks and opens her mouth, closes it, then opens again and blinks again.
“You want me?” She whispers.
“So fucking much.”
“Me? You,” she gestures, to literally all of me with her hand, waving it up and down, “want me? Why?” She sounds as baffled as I feel by her question.
“What do you mean, why? Baby, you’re stunning, inside and out. You’re so incredibly kind and thoughtful. You’ll do anything for your friends, and you’ve made me laugh more these last couple of days than I can remember,” I take a breath, my voice deepening. “And don’t get me started on the sex. Never has sex felt like it does when I’m with you. Like I’ll die if I don’t get inside you; baby, it's me that doesn't deserve you.”
“Wow,” she whispers, “you really mean it. This is insane, Gray, we’re insane. We shouldn’t feel this so soon.”
“I don’t care what people think, I’m too old for that shit. I want you, Paige, and if you want me too, then I’m taking you. It could be one day, one week, one year; it doesn’t matter if what we feel is real. Tell me you feel it, baby, please.” She rises from her seat and takes the couple of steps to me. I spread my thighs making room for her. Placing her hands on my shoulders, she leans down, closing the gap between us.
“I feel it. I felt it on the plane, I’ve felt it the whole time, even if I shouldn’t.” I lift my hand to cup her face, my thumb tracing over her cheekbone.
“Don’t do that; don’t put other people’s expectations on us. This is us, you and me, no one else.” She climbs onto my lap, straddling me.
“Us,” she breathes. Lowering her mouth to mine, she takes my lips with hers, slowly, ever so slowly, tracing her tongue over my bottom lip. I part my lips, allowing her access, her tongue slips in, exploring. I give her this moment, let her have control; for now. My hands land on her hips, giving a light squeeze, encouraging her. She pulls back, taking my lip between her teeth and bites. I break; standing I rise with her in my arms. She gasps and I’ve never been so pleased with my early mornings in the gym. Carrying her to the bed, I slowly lower her, my body following to cover hers, deepening the kiss. Groaning, I grasp her thigh, hooking it over my hip, opening her to me and rocking my hips against hers. She moans into my mouth, lifting her hips to meet my thrusts, her hands find my hair and pull, causing me to groan again.
“That’s it, baby. Can you come like this?”
“Yes,” she gasps, “don’t stop.”Never planned on it, sweetheart.I grind down on her, giving her what she needs. I pull at the strap of her slinky top, exposing her lacy bra and take her nipple into my mouth, sucking through the material.
“Gray,” she groans. Her breath comes in pants; she’s close, I can feel her body tightening for me.
“Tell me what you need, baby.”
“You,” she gasps, “just you.”Fuck me.I nearly come from her words, telling me she needs me the biggest turn on of my life. I bite down on her nipple and grind down on her clit. She detonates, fucking detonates. I work her through her orgasm, draining every ounce of pleasure from her body. Then I strip; clothing flies, hers, mine, I couldn’t tell you, I just need us both naked. Now. I pin her hands above her head and with my other hand I guide myself to her entrance, filling her with one thrust. Home. That’s how she feels; like cominghome. I still inside her, savouring the feel of her tightness, her heat. The fucking amazing sensation of her walls squeezing me, trying to milk my cum from me before I’ve even moved.
“Wrap your legs around me,” I rasp. Her ankles cross behind my waist, pulling me impossibly deeper. I circle my hips, letting her adjust to my size and then I move. Slowly, deeply, making love to her. Showing her how I feel, telling her with my body the words I can’t say out loud. Not yet. Our orgasms build, our bodies in sync, our pleasure cresting as we both fall into ecstasy, as my body empties into hers, giving her all of me. My body, my heart, my soul. My everything.
***
Paige
I wake, this time knowing exactly where the heat is coming from, knowing who is wrapped around me. My man likes to snuggle.My man.I’m not sure I’ll ever get used to someone like Gray wanting me. Knowing I’m what he needs, what he desires. It’s a heady feeling, something I’ll crave for the rest of my life. If this is what addicts feel like, I get it. I’d do anything to feel this for my remaining time on earth. Gray is my personal drug, and I won’t give him up for anything.
As much as my body loves being wrapped up in Gray's, it’s craving a run. I haven’t run for two mornings. The first due to flying here and the second being called to a florist emergency. Now though, my body needs that burn, my feet need to pound the pavement, my lungs need to burst, and my thoughts need to desert me. It’s a feeling I’ve onlyever achieved with running and it’s something I love. Some people see running as a chore, something they do to keep fit, something to tick off of their weekly list. For me it’s love, my first love. No matter where I am, no matter what I do; I can always run. And right now, that’s what I need.
“I can feel you thinking,” Gray mumbles behind me. “What time is it?”
“No idea,” I smile to myself. But, if the sun peaking through the curtains is any clue; he’s slept well past his usual, again. I reach for my phone on the nightstand, checking the time; it’s gone nine. Gray groans, his breath teasing my neck.
“You’re very lazy this weekend, Mr Stone.”
“It’s this young thing I’m dating. She sucks the life right out of me,” I chuckle, my thoughts going to the blowjob I gave him our first night. “Naughty girl,” he breathes, as if he can read my mind.
“Like your mind didn’t go to that exact moment the minute those words left your mouth.”
“Not true,” he chuckles. “I was thinking of it before I said anything. Probably why those were the words that left my mouth.” I stretch in his arms, as much as his hold allows me.
