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Pushing up on his hands, he presses wet kisses down my sternum until he’s on his knees again between my thighs. One finger teases the length of me over my lace thong and when his finger slips under the material, teasing my entrance, I grip the sheets in desperation.
“Drenched for me,” he growls as I prop myself up on my elbows, watching him hook his fingers into my panties, silently begging him to rip them off me and devour me with his tongue like I’m his last meal.
“Touch me,” I beg. “Put your mouth on me, Gray.”
And when Grayson pulls my pale pink lace panties over my hips and down my legs to the floor, white-hot heat rolls over every surface of my body, setting my skin on fire. He kisses a path back up towards my center, his mouth slowly gliding up the inside of my leg. My core aches in anticipation when his face meets the connection of my thighs.
Everything inside me pulses, aches, takes flight when he pushes a finger inside of me and then buries his face between my legs, exactly where I want him most. My head falls back for a moment, but then I return my gaze to meet his and he looks me in the eye as he flattens his tongue along my seam. His tongue swirls over my most sensitive spot, licking and sucking in long, smooth strokes as my legs shake on either side of his head.
He’s unrelenting, the way his tongue fucks me, devours me, sucks me. I finally have to fall back against the mattress, chest heaving as my climax climbs closer and closer.
There are no words to describe what this man can do with his tongue. I’m hanging on for dear life, fighting the orgasm that is threatening to push me over the edge. But it feels so good. So good that I never want it to end. I try not to give in, but when he adds a second finger, I’m powerless to stop the orgasm that washes over me. I shudder, crying out his name as I arch my back while he continues to lick and suck until I squeeze my thighs together, forcing him to stop.
He wipes his smile with the back of his hand, grinning as he crawls up my body, his blond hair a mess. “Good girl, sunshine,” he says, kissing my lips so I taste myself, then my jaw and the tip of my nose, as my sated body sinks into the comforter. “Now you’re going to be a really good girl and come all over my cock,” he tells me, his gaze darkening.
My heart races. I’ve never been this turned on by anyone in my life.
“Strip for me,” I tell him, dizzy at the thought of him naked in front of me.
He smirks and begins to crawl off the bed; I sit up to enjoy the view. Then his boxer briefs hit the ground, and Grayson’s long, hard, beautiful dick springs free. I’m speechless as I watch him at the edge of the bed, completely naked, stroking his cock in his hand. I might even be drooling. Grayson is huge and judging from the smug grin on his face he’s well aware.
I lean back against the pillow, and he moves towards me, crawling over the bed, pushing my legs apart, his dick brushing against my entrance.
I realize I’ve been holding my breath since his briefs hit the floor, remembering how sore I was the day after we had sex in Miami. I’ve had sex with many guys in my lifetime and not once had I ever felt sore—now I know why. That night in the hotel office everything had happened so fast, I didn’t really get a chance to see Grayson naked. He must notice my apprehension when he kisses me gently. “Don’t be nervous. We already know I’m going to fit.”
He reaches for his nightstand, to pull out a foil packet from the drawer and I watch him tear it open with his teeth. Once he’s suited up and ready, he lines himself up with my entrance, his brown eyes dark with lust. His eyes sear into mine as he slides his hardness over the length of my slick opening, his thick, hard erection creating the perfect amount of pressure there—enough to ease the pulse that is once again beating a heavy rhythm after the mind-shattering release he gave me not even five minutes ago.
“Feel good?” he asks, with a satisfied grin.
“You know it feels good. My God, Grayson. I want you now. Please.”
“No need to beg,” he says. “I’m going to give you every inch.”
Then his smug expression fades as he pushes inside of me—slowly, inch by inch like he promised—giving me time to stretch for him. There’s a burn, followed by the feeling of being full. My eyes squeeze shut, my skin tingles, every muscle in my body begins to unravel.
“I’m only half-way,” he says, his body stilling, his gaze moving from where our bodies are joined up to my eyes. He drops his forehead to mine, then kisses me there. “You okay, sunshine?”
“More than okay. Keep going.”
And he does, until he’s all the way inside of me, his arms planted into the mattress on either side of my body. I feel gloriously full, my body having adjusted to his size. We both moan at the feeling and then we’re panting and groaning as his hips start to find a rhythm, rocking back and forth, my hands gripping his thighs.
My body comes alive. My hands move to his biceps, his shoulders, anywhere I can reach. I can’t stop touching him. I feel unravelled, desperate. No man should have this much power over me.
It feels nothing like our first time in Miami, where he fucked me hard and fast, and it was all over before I even had a chance to realize he wasn’t wearing a condom. Tonight, Grayson is taking his time, slow and thoughtful, drawing out every bit of pleasure. When I think he’s going to speed up, he slows down instead, as if he’s fighting for control of his orgasm.
“Fuck,” he breathes. “I love the way you feel. I’ve never… you… fuck, Sierra… I love fucking you.” He kisses me, then a devilish grin comes over his face. “I’m going to fuck you harder, Sierra. Fast and hard. You ready?”
“Gray.” My breath hitches. “Take me. God, I want you to take me.” My body feels like an inferno, I’m on the verge of erupting as his hardness sinks into me so deep that I lose my breath.
He picks up the pace, driving into me, the intensity of his stare making my toes curl. It’s all so overwhelming, so surreal, that I look down at us in awe, watching him disappear inside of my body, a second orgasm just seconds away. Stroke after stroke, each drive of his hips sends a fierce pleasure to that spot between my thighs, my climax threatening.
“Fuck, Sierra,” he breathes, his teeth clenched. “I want you to come for me, baby. I need you to come again.”
And that’s all it takes.
I. Am. Done.
My orgasm crashes through me, pulse after pulse, until I’m broken in pieces. My body is trembling as my head falls back into the pillow, the bedsheets gripped tightly in my fists.
