“God, she’s great. The way she fearlessly throws herself into learning something new, her determination. I love your kid.” I hope to be that headstrong and brave.
Again, he kisses me. This time, even slower, more passionate. More affectionate. It’s a kiss with a love letter hidden inside. Maybe a promise. Or a vow. A poetic thing, even as it grows in temperature.
Our tongues dance, lip to lip. I don’t notice that I move my hand between us, or that he maneuvers us to a lying position. But here we are, him atop me with his cock in my hand.
In another flash, my shirt is over my head, his mouth on my breast. He pulls at my nipple with his tongue, and I push it up to him. An offering to this man who’s only ever shown me kindness and support. And pleasure, the likes of which I had no idea.
It’s a different sort of pain that Grady gives me to get me where I want to be. There’s no cruelty in it. No transfer of power that I can’t take back at the end of the night.
“Fucking beautiful,” he mumbles as he moves lower down my body.
I stop him with my hands on his cheeks.
“I want you inside me, Grady. Now.”
“You ready for me, Lou?”
“Check for yourself,” I dare, lifting my hips so he can pull my pants over them. His fingers slide into me. He grins. “Your dick, Grady. Please.”
“Whatever you want, love,” he tells me, standing up to remove his jeans.
Love. I like it more than I would have thought. Pet names have never been a favorite of mine. Then again, the pet names I’ve been given have never been the kindest sort.
Love.
I let the word roll over in my mind, again and again, as I stare at the magnificent man in front of me. Manly in every sense, rugged and brawny. Moisture pools in my mouth, that familiar flutter in my tummy making itself known. The one that says how lucky I am to have this. To have found this. Him. Grady. Mine?
I already feel like his. By choice, not by chains.
“Flip over, I want to see that ass.”
“Oh? Are you a tits and ass man, Grady?” I ask, eagerly positioning myself how he wants me.
“If they’re on you, I am.”
Good answer. I’m about to say when his hands spread my cheeks and he slides in. All words fly away. There is no more thought. Just lust and that strange unseen connection I always have with him. He’s the moon to my tide.
His fingers find my hair, fisting and pulling it tight. That sweet sting as he thrusts in and out takes over me as he whispers things I’ve only dreamed of.
“Your body was made for mine, Lou. Do you feel how well we fit? How your pussy’s afraid to let go? It doesn’t have to be, I’ll never leave. Never want another. It could never be the same.Nobody would take me as deep, hold me as close, fuck me back as good.”
On and on, he goes. The closer to the edge he takes me, the more I start to believe it isn’t real. It’s delirium. Sexual psychosis.
“It’s real, Lou.” He laughs roughly at what I must have said aloud. “It’s real, it’s also really fucking good.” He punctuates his sentiment with the hardest thrust, yet. It’s enough to bring me back into my body. Too keen at every pull of his cock on the inner walls of my body.
It is real. I think it’s also love. But what do I know about such things? Nothing. I know nothing except how much I enjoy this. Him. How much I enjoyhim.
His hips roll when he reaches around to play with my clit, and I start to tip over the cliff’s edge. He knows and does it again. I can’t see, so I conjure the image in my head. His strong, capable body is packed with defined muscles. I imagine the beads of sweat rolling over all that sun-kissed skin. I dream up the look on his face as he focuses on bringing us both to crumbling orgasm.
“Fuck. Grady,” I cry desperately, my head falling into my hands on the sand. I push my hips against him in the rhythm he sets. “I’m so close. With me, come with me.”
“Whatever you want,” he repeats. He picks up pace, and I explode into so much stardust floating up to dance with its sisters in the night sky.
I see stars—the real and others. Grady grunts low and long, the sound of our stars colliding.
I really do lose my motherfucking mind when he fucks me.
A while later, after Grady went inside for a washcloth and another blanket, I lie against his skin and stare at the darkened sky. Holding up our entwined hands, I study the difference between us. His rough to my soft.
