Page 52 of Pilot's Virgin

I didn’t want to put more pressure on her to make more decisions about us and what we were doing with her work on her mind, so I was going to leave it be for now. We both knew we had the deadline coming up, and we would be getting back to real life pretty soon.

When that happened, we had to decide what we were going to do about each other.

I hoped I would have a better idea of the right direction to take with this by the time we were ready to go back to New York, but I still wasn’t sure how I would know when the time to talk about our relationship was right. I didn’t want to scare her off, but I didn’t want to lose her, either.

This was the first relationship I had ever had that I wanted to take seriously. And I wanted her to know it. But, I also felt I had to tread lightly. She was career oriented, and it wasn’t up to me to decide what direction she was taking in her life.

That all came down to her and what she wanted. I knew what I wanted. I wanted to spend my life with her.

I was the guy who didn’t want to commit to anyone until I was sure she was the right one for me, and after spending this time with Laurel, I knew without a doubt that she was the person I wanted to spend the rest of my life with.

I just hoped the answer to what she wanted was me, too.

THIRTY

Laurel

“You weren’t tryingto say goodnight and leave me here, were you?” I asked with a sly smile.

“I didn’t want you to have to worry about oversleeping tomorrow, so I figured it would be best to let you get some sleep tonight,” Greyson replied.

We had just gotten back to the hotel after dinner, and he bid me goodnight outside my door. But, I wasn’t about to let him just go back to his room after having such a wonderful evening together. There were other, far more pleasant things on my mind than going to bed alone.

I opened the door and pulled him into my room with me, standing on the tips of my toes and kissing him.

“You can’t leave me without giving me a goodnight kiss,” I told him.

I kissed him again, this time teasing him with my tongue as I did. The grip he had around my waist tightened, and he pulled me closer to him as he kissed me back, the passion of the moment generating the heat I was looking for. I could feel his cock getting hard as I stood pressed against him, and I reached my hand down to stroke over his pants.

“God, I don’t know what you do to me, but you’ve got me hooked,” he said.

I was certain I could feel his body vibrating with need, which matched the thrumming of my own core. Every part of me was practically begging to have him inside me, and as I kissed him again, this time taking his lower lip and pulling it back before releasing, I knew I had him.

He lifted me and held me against the wall, kissing me fiercely as his hand ran over my body. He reached up my shirt and squeezed my tits, his hand under my bra and his fingers pinching my nipples.

They were hard and erect, reflecting just how much I was turned on by him and what he was doing to him. I had become so enmeshed with him, I never wanted to experience sex with anyone else. I felt Greyson knew every little part of me. He touched me in ways no one else ever had, and I wanted more of him. I wanted to explore all the things sexual that we had yet to do, and I wanted him to make me cum over and over again.

He set me down and I pulled him with me to the bed, falling on it backwards and drawing him to me. He stopped himself from falling on top of me by putting his hands on the mattress to catch himself during the fall.

Greyson slowly lowered himself down over the top of me, kissing me tenderly on the bed. The frenzied need of our coupling had subsided into a smoldering kiss, our passion glowing bright as we removed our clothing.

Piece by piece each article hit the floor, and we continued to kiss each other. Now, our hands ran over each other’s bodies freely, touching and stroking, pinching and flicking here and there, sending shudders of pleasure and waves of goosebumps across our flesh and through our cores.

I felt comfortable with Greyson. I felt I could touch him in every way, and I was at home. He could do the same to me, putting his hands in places no one else ever had, stroking between the lips of my pussy, inserting two fingers inside of me and massaging me in the most perfect place, threatening to send me to orgasm already.

But, I wasn’t ready to cum yet.

I didn’t want to finish so soon after we had started. And with his rock hard cock right in front of him, I wanted to be the one to take control of sex this time. I had seen it enough in the movies, I wanted to know what it was like for me to be the one on top.

So, I pushed him back on the bed, climbing over the top of him. He didn’t fight against me, nor did he argue even a little with the way I eased myself down over his cock, sliding all the way down his shaft until I was sitting on him entirely. He was deep inside me, but with me on top, I felt him in a different way than before.

I rocked my hips, moving on him with ease as he slid in and out of me.

At the same time, Greyson reached up, squeezing my tits as he did. He sat up on the bed with me still on top of him, kissing each of my nipples, teasing them with his teeth for a moment before he let go. He laid back on the bed and put his hands on my hips, continuing to watch me as though this was the sexiest thing he had ever seen in his entire life.

And, with the way he made me feel, I wouldn’t be surprised if he told me that I was the prettiest thing he had ever seen.

He made me feel so confident in myself. I felt more secure in my own body than I ever had, and I felt like I could flaunt myself over him, to him, and with him, and he enjoyed every second of it.

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