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He’s fully erect again. His cock bounces slightly with his motion. I can’t look away even as I push my pajama pants and panties down into a messy heap on the floor with my flip-flops.
When both of us are naked, I close the distance between us, lifting a hand so I can stroke the rough texture of his chest. Slide it down until I can curl my fingers around his cock.
His breath hitches. A small reaction, but I hear it. It sends a slice of sharp pleasure between my thighs.
I’m really turned on now. The raw pulsing of arousal seems to reach my fingers and toes.
Without warning, Grant reaches an arm out and propels me off my feet, the way he does in training when he’s trying to get me to the floor. But this time he swings me onto the bed. It happens so quickly I gape up at him, winded and disoriented. I’m sideways, my legs hanging over the edge, but he lifts my legs and turns my body the right way as he climbs onto the bed on top of me.
Then he’s all over me, the way he was on the mat earlier this evening. But this time both of us are naked. His hard cock is folded between our bodies, and he’s holding himself up on straightened arms. He’s staring down at my breasts.
I’m not sure what he’s going to do next, but he doesn’t kiss me. He scoots down, lowers his head, and gives one of my nipples a hard lick that makes me gasp out a wordless exclamation.
Then he takes my other breast in his mouth and sucks it hard.
I squirm and make silly whimpering sounds since every touch on my breasts seems to tug a cord that goes straight to the hot ache between my legs. I reach around and dig my fingernails into the back of his shoulders since I desperately need to hang on.
He’s still working on my breasts when he moves his weight to only one of his hands and uses the other to push my thighs apart and stroke my pussy.
“Shit, you’re wet,” he mutters, lifting his head to watch the way I’m tossing my head back and forth and wriggling my hips as one of his fingers slides inside me.
Everything is feeling so good now. It’s almost too much for me to process. My face twists as I try to keep from making too many embarrassing sounds.
He adds a second finger and pushes both of them inside me, rubbing my inner walls in a way that threatens to blow off the top of my head. I make a weird sobbing sound and flail my arms out, fumbling for the covers beneath me.
“Don’t fight it, princess.” He pumps his fingers harder, the move generating a sound of wet suction. “You’re almost there. Take a couple of deep breaths.”
I do what he says without hesitation, and on the second exhale the pleasure erupts in hard spasms. My intimate muscles clamp down around his fingers, and he pushes against the contractions. It feels so good I hear myself making a helpless, gasping sound on every pulse of sensation.
“There you go,” he’s saying as I ride out the length of my orgasm. “Good girl. That’s what you needed.”
It is exactly what I’ve needed. As the pleasure starts to subside, every muscle in my body loosens until I feel soft and warm and limp and sated. He strokes me a few more times before he pulls out his hand.
I squeezed my eyes shut as I started to come, and only now do I open them. He’s still poised above me. Still staring down at me with those hot blue eyes.
“Did you like that?” he asks in a rough voice.
“Yeah. Yeah, I liked it so much.”
“Good. I think you’ll like this next part too.”
I don’t know what to say to that. I’m both embarrassed and excited by how I’ve been responding. I never knew I could be like this, feel this way.
He repositions himself, lifting himself up to his knees above me. He’s still hard, his cock bouncing as he moves. I reach up eagerly and take it in my hands, wanting to feel him again in the most intimate way.
I want him to gasp and squirm when I touch him the way I did when he touched me.
His breath hitches again as I stroke him, but he holds himself very still. He’s liking it though. I can see it on his tense face. After a minute, his head jerks to the side.
He reaches down and gently moves my hands, and I don’t object because I’m anticipating what’s about to happen. He gives his erection a few hard squeezes with one hand before he says, “Part your legs for me.”
I bend my knees and pull my thighs apart, the air feeling cold against my warm, wet flesh. He moves over me again, settling between my legs. He lifts my bottom up and moves me a little closer to him. Then he props himself above me on one arm again, pulling my thighs farther apart.
“I’ve never done this before,” I tell him.
“I figured.” The hand on my thigh softens.
“Don’t you dare treat me like I’m going to break.”
