It’s perfect, so fucking perfect. My mouth devours his in a kiss that’s hungry, needy, and so fucking desperate.
I feel us moving back, the kiss deepens and becomes more desperate. I can’t get enough. I want more. His tongue slides into my mouth, fighting mine with urgency.
And then we fall back onto the mattress, him hovering above me—his lips begin trailing kisses along my neck, sucking with precision, making my eyes roll back.
“Greyson?” I gasp, trying to get his attention.
He pauses and looks at me. “Yes, baby?”
Closing my eyes, I take a second to compose myself. “You don’t have to…I uh. Just because I suckedyou off, that doesn’t mean you have to repay the favor.”
Because what I learnt in my precious relationship is I shouldn’t give to receive.
Bringing a hand to my face, his fingers trail down my cheek. “I want to,” he confesses, his eyes boring into mine. “Can I?”
Gulping, I nod my head. And then he’s on me again like we hadn’t just paused for a minute or two.
His hot kisses move from my neck to my collarbone, and then further down…and when he sucks a pebbled nipple into his mouth, I gasp, my back arching off the bed.
I pray Payton has noise cancelling headphones, because I’m not even sorry for how loud I’m being.
Twirling his tongue around my nipple, he sucks it into his mouth and releases it with a pop. Then he begins peppering kisses across my stomach until his hand reaches my skirt and pulls it from my body like he’s on a mission.
And oh boy is he on a mission—he looks at me, smirking, his eyes sparkling as he takes me in. His tongue darts out, licking at his lower lip, his teeth dragging it into his mouth.
Oh fuck, hot.So fucking hot.
And so fucking mine.
Lifting my leg, he trails kisses along the inner side, and once he gets to my thigh, he begins sucking, nipping, and licking it—his eyes not once leaving mine.
I squeak when he pushes my legs apart, and his hot breath fanning against my pussy does nothing but make me whimper more.
I’m needy. So fucking needy. I’ve never inmy entire life felt like this before. What is he doing to me?
I’m on my elbows, my upper body extended in the air, watching every movement he does. But I feel weak, he’s making me feel so fucking weak.
And when he spreads my pussy with two fingers, darts his tongue out and licks me in one slick movement, I crumble.
My elbows give way as I collapse onto the bed—sounds I didn’t even realize I could make escape me as my hands reach out trying to anchor myself to something,anything.
“Fuck, Lilly,” he grumbles, his tongue swirling against my clit. “You taste so fucking good.”
I whimper, grinding my hips into his mouth, wanting more,needingmore.
I feel him chuckling against me, the vibrations sending jolts of pleasure through me.
And when he thrusts two fingers inside me, and I fucking lose it.
“Greyson!” I cry out, my fingers gripping my comforter tightly.
“You like that?” He asks, thrusting his fingers back in.
“Yes!”
“What about this?” He curls them, and I dig my nails into the mattress, crying out his name.
He’s becoming so fucking good at knowing what I love. At knowing how to please me. And I’d be dammed if I allow him to do this to another girl.
