When he slid a single finger in, curling it up just a bit to hit a spot I wasn’t even sure existed before now, I bit down on my lip to stop myself from crying out. Between that and the way he sucked my clit into his mouth, I could feel him pulling my orgasm to the surface.
“Grady, I’m going to?—”
“Soak my face, bluebird. Fucking come on my tongue.”
With a muffled cry, I let myself go. I basked in the toe-curling ecstasy that was my climax, and the way he prolonged it with languid strokes of his tongue. It was euphoric and all-consuming. I wanted nothing more than to float off into this bliss for the rest of my life.
With him, I knew I could.
When Grady pulled back, I surged forward, taking his chin between my fingers. My arousal coated his lips, glistening in thecandlelight in a way that shouldn’t be sexy, but was. “Did I do good?” he asked with a knowing smirk.
“So good, baby. Such a good boy,” I said, kissing him. “But also, such a smartass.”
He groaned against my mouth. “Don’t call me that right now. I’m trying not to blow right here and now.”
I pulled back, eyebrow raised. “Does someone have a little bit of a praise kink?”
“I have ayoukink,” he said earnestly. “Anything and everything that comes out of your mouth turns me on.” I looked down, staring at the swollen head of his cock. “Don’t look at me like that, either. I can’t take it?—”
“I don’t want to wait,” I murmured.
Grady paused, a crease forming between his furrowed brows. “What do you mean?”
I straightened my back, sitting tall. “I mean, there are a million different reasons why we should, don’t get me wrong. There’s a lot of shit we need to figure out, but I’m so fucking sick and tired of waiting for the things I want, Grady. Especially when they’re right in front of me, and in this moment… All I want is you in every way I can have you.”
Cupping my face with his strong, callous-laced hands, Grady kissed me. It was gentle at first, the kind of kiss we shared as kids because our love was sweet and simple, but then it grew into a sort of passion I’d never known. It was consuming. It was claiming.
It was us.
“I love you,” I said between panting breaths. “I’ve always loved you.”
Grady’s hands moved down my body, gripping my waist as he hoisted me in the air. I thought he was going to take me to bed, but he didn’t. He sat down on the piano bench and leaned against the fallboard, allowing me to gain back control as I straddled him.
“Lift up for me, bluebird,” he said gently. I did as he asked, watching his cock spring free as he slipped his sweats down his thighs until nothing was separating us but space.
“Are you sure?” he asked, pulling his gaze from where his cock met my bare pussy. “I don’t want to rush you.”
“I’ve never been more sure of anything,” I whispered. Reaching between us, I grabbed his cock and lined it with my entrance. Both of us stilled as I lowered my body, and the tip slipped in.
This was real. It was happening, and it felt right.
It’d been so long since I’d been with anyone, but I wasn’t sure about Grady. We’d never talked much about his sex life. Obviously, he was married. They’d been intimate at least once, given Charlie’s existence. She was gorgeous. I wouldn’t have blamed him if it were more.
As if sensing my hesitation, he said, “I’ve got condoms in the bedroom, if you would feel more comfortable, but you should know I haven’t been with anyone since the night Charlie was conceived.”
I blinked back my shock. “That’s been years?—”
“Almost seven,” he confirmed. “But the point is there’s nothing you’d need to worry about.”
“Neither do you. I’ve only been with two men in my life, and after I divorced Thomas, I was tested. All good.” I kissed him. “If you’re comfortable, I want to feel you, Grady. I don’t want anything between us.”
He nodded, and I slowly slid onto his length. Jesus Christ, the fit was tighter than I remembered. Had it always been like this? This angle had me feeling every agonizingly perfect inch of his cock, the way it stretched and filled me. I was struggling to contain my moans of pleasure and pain as he worked.
“Bite down on me if you need to scream, bluebird,” he panted, pulling me closer. “Let me ease that pain.”
Leaning forward, I bit down on his shoulder as he fullyseated himself inside of me. I felt changed. It was the knowledge that after tonight, nothing would be the same as it was before. It was me taking back control of my life and what I wanted while he claimed me in a way that soothed my fears.
“Holy fucking shit, Cleo,” he breathed. I pulled back, admiring what I could see of the marks in his skin. His hand slid beneath the fabric of my T-shirt, pulling it up to reveal my lacy bra and hardened nipples. It would’ve been foolish for us to completely undress; we’d save that for when we knew we had complete and total privacy. What we were doing already had us both feeling a little reckless.
