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He licks once. My entire body shudders. He licks again. I arch my back. He sucks my clit into his mouth, and I gasp.
Dear God, he got there fast.
My toes curl into the comforter.
More shivers race to my core.
His head bobs, his beard scratching my inner thighs. He slides his hands under my ass, pulling me closer.
He wasn’t kidding about wanting to feast.
Grayson’s not shy. As he said, it’s been a long time. He’s a man who knows exactly what he wants, and he’s ravenous. He licks, groans, and savors my flesh until he’s panting hard.
Talk about enthusiastic.
I bite my fist so I don’t scream. Nothing has ever, ever been this amazing.
He pushes a finger inside me. I was wrong—this is the most amazing feeling. I squirm, almost afraid of the intense pleasure barreling down on me.
“Easy,” he murmurs against my skin.
Desperate to watch what he’s doing, I lean up on my elbows.
He flicks his gaze to mine and sucks harder, presses two fingers deeper inside, rubbing against a spot that sends stars sizzling in front of my eyes. I fall back against the bed, completely boneless as he continues.
All my muscles clench tight. Pleasure burns up my legs to my center. I spear my fingers through my hair and tug, desperate to ground myself.
“Gray,” I chant over and over.
My hips jerk; my muscles clench around him. I’m completely helpless as my release slams into me. I bow off the bed and scream.
He holds my hips and presses me to the mattress. More bliss than I think I can handle rolls over me.
Slowly, he brings me back to earth. Still tasting and kissing, but slower, longer licks and nibbles.
The mattress dips as he presses his palms on either side of my legs and stands. Leaning over me, he kisses my stomach, brushing his beard over my belly button. My body jerks and laughter bursts out of me. He kisses his way over my ribs, stops to suck on one nipple, then the other. His beard gleams with my juices, and a flush of pride warms me. He kisses my collarbone, my neck, along my jaw, finally stopping to stare into my eyes.
“Thank you,” he whispers.
“Thank you.” I raise one shaky hand between us. “I’m still quivering.”
Instead of laughing, he turns and kisses my palm, then pushes away, standing before me. I sit but lean back on my palms and watch as he slowly unbuttons his shirt.
He raises an eyebrow.
“I’m dying to see you, Grayson. But the last two times, you stopped me, so…”
“Fair enough,” he rumbles.
He unbuttons one cuff, and I sink my teeth into my bottom lip. The man just ate me into oblivion but the sight of his arms ignites a new ache inside me.
My dress is still twisted around my waist. It’s scratchy against my skin and I struggle to turn it around to unzip it. I glance up at him. “It’s starting to itch.”
“Can’t have that.” He motions for me to kneel and helps me pry the zipper free and pull it off over my head. “Jesus, Serena,” he breathes out. “You’re beautiful. So beautiful all over.”
He’s so achingly sincere, tears prickle my eyes. I sit back on my heels and continue watching him slide each button of his shirt free.
Unable to be patient any longer, I reach for him, spreading the shirt open to reveal his broad chest. My gaze lands on shiny plastic film covering what looks like a fresh tattoo over his heart and one in the middle of his chest. In the low light, I can’t make out either one.
“Do they hurt?”
He glances down and shrugs. “Not really. I’m supposed to keep them covered a little longer though.”
“I’ll be gentle,” I tease. My gaze is drawn to the light sprinkle of hair on his chest, then travels lower. “I’ll try, anyway.”
I rest my palms against his abs, the muscles flexing and rolling under my touch. “You take good care of yourself.”
“Only have one body. Best to take care of it.”
My gaze is glued to the V at his hips. “Indeed.”
He laughs softly and tugs at his belt, undoing the buckle, then unbuttoning his pants and pushing them to the floor.
Our hungry gazes collide. He remains still. Waiting. I tease my fingers around the waistband of his boxer briefs and ease them down thick, strong thighs all the way to the floor.
Worth the wait.
So worth the wait.
I reach between us and grip his cock with one hand.
He groans and shudders from that small touch.
I grip him with my other hand, lazily sliding up and down, getting acquainted with his topography. Gaining confidence, I use firmer strokes. His breathing turns choppy. I roll my thumb over the glistening head of his cock and lean in to swipe my tongue against him, spreading the slickness.
He groans louder and his legs shake. Gathering my hair, he grips, holding my head back, stopping my exploration. “Wait.”
