I was briefly saddened by its absence until I felt his lips on my neck, and my body reacted like it’d been hit by lightning. Every cell was alive and begging to fuse with him. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, crushing his body into mine. It wasn’t enough. I began to wonder if anything would be.
Grey’s lips returned to mine. His hand trailed down my side to the hem of my shirt and slid underneath, his thumb caressing my side as he made his way back up. He brushed my ribs one by one as if counting them then made his way to my chest. He only lingered there for a moment before his hand wrapped around my side, pulling me into a seated position with his legs straddling me.
Our lips parted, and we stared at each other for one panting moment before his other hand reached down and pulled my shirt over my head and dropped it off the side of the bed. His eyes glistened darkly. I recognized the look of desire there. I was sure my eyes held that look too.
I grabbed for his shirt—considerably less graceful than he’d been. But he helped me pull his off, and it joined mine on the floor. My eyes raked over his body, taking him in. I’d noticed his arms before, but they seemed larger when I saw his muscled shoulders, his skin tight against his collarbone, which took my gaze to his perfectly sculpted chest. Lean muscle made his skin taut over a tight core.
“Are you okay?” he asked, making me wonder what my face must look like.
“Yeah, you’re just…” I paused, trying to find the word. “Beautiful.”
He bent his head down to give me a gentle kiss. His body rocked into me, and I moved my mouth to his chest, curious what he must feel like against my lips. I kissed his body, surprised to find how much I enjoyed it. I never would’ve expected to like kissing a guy’s chest this much. And he liked it too. His head tilted back, a soft moan escaping from his lips when I found his nipple. My tongue swirled around it, and he moaned again, feeding my need for him.
I wrapped my arm around his waist and turned us on our sides. Our lips found each other once more. I could’ve spent the rest of my life kissing him. But my body hungered for more. It wasn’t a want anymore. It was a need.
He must have been thinking the same thing because his hands were at his belt, working to undo it. He finally got it, and a second later, he had his pants unzipped. I took a steadying breath, realizing what would happen if we both took off our pants. There was no turning back. I was about to have sex with a guy. And not just any guy. I was about to sleep with Grey.
“You okay?” he asked again.
I was grateful for the question. “I think so. I’ve just never, you know, done this with a guy before.”
“Do you want to stop?”
“Fuck no.” My veracity surprised me.
He let out a low laugh that was somehow still sexy. “All right then.” He pulled off my shorts with some trouble getting them down my legs, and he had to stand for a second. But once they were on the floor, he dropped his pants as well.
I lay on the bed in my underwear. My body shook with anticipation. I could see the imprint of Grey behind his black boxer briefs. For a second, I worried that I wouldn’t know what to do with him once he let me see what was under the thin layerof cloth. I might not be good at making a dick feel good. But I didn’t let that stop me.
I grabbed his hand and pulled him down onto me. He followed my lead, leaving a trail of kisses in his wake—on my stomach, my chest, my neck—until he was stretched out on top of me. His mouth was on my mouth, and he pushed his groin into mine. A tremor of pleasure shot through my body at that, and I rocked into him. He swallowed my groan of ecstasy.
We pushed into each other again and again, finding a rhythm in it. We were both so distracted by the waves of fiery electricity that consumed our veins that we somehow never went for the other’s underwear. Our hips thrust together over and over.
Grey’s teeth found my ear, grazing around the circumference of my lobe. My vision went white as he bit down gently, and I pushed so hard into him that we both lifted off the bed for a second. I felt the orgasm building in me. My eyes went wide in surprise. I’d never had this happen so quickly. We weren’t even naked yet.
Grey pushed into me again.
“H-hold on,” I stammered, but it was too late. I was too far into the climax to stop it from happening. My hips heaved into his instinctively.
“Shit.” Grey panted, pulling back with alarm in his eyes. “I think I’m going to—”
“Me too.” I grabbed his hips and crushed him against me. My entire body went numb as the orgasm took hold, seeming to suspend time in that moment, then heat erupted out of my dick, soaking my underwear.
A pleasured moan parted Grey’s lips. He stretched his neck as he pushed against me one last time. And the two layers of fabric separating us became even more drenched.
We stayed very still for several seconds, each of us panting, clearly bewildered at what we’d just experienced.
“I’m sorry,” Grey breathed, his cheeks flushed. “That was—that never…”
“Me either,” I said, understanding what he was trying to say. “That was so…”
“Good,” he said. “That was so good. I don’t understand. We didn’t even…”
We hadn’t even finished taking our clothes off, let alone made it to sex. But somehow, that had been the best orgasm of my life. And it had happened so quickly. I still wasn’t sure quite how to wrap my head around it. Maybe that was the result of months of buildup to the moment.
“I can’t believe us.” I shook my head in a teasing way. “We couldn’t even wait to get fully undressed before coming.”
“We were a little too eager, I guess.”
