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His lips brushed my ear, sending a thrill through me, “You want to know everything, don’t you, sweet girl?” I can’t speak I look up into his eyes and I nod. Not sure why, why would I want to know if he’s calling someone else, sweet girl? Why would I want to know everything? I must be crazy.
His arm drops and he tugs me to him, pulling me away from the wall. He looks down at me, “I don’t think you can handle the truth.” My breath hitches, and tears start to sting my eyes. This is where he tells me everything. “Do you want me to tell you her name? How crazy she makes me?” His breath is hot against my ear.
“Do you want me to tell you how I fantasize about this woman, how my self-control is tested every single day?” He continues, and with each question, my heart sinks more and more, while the tears gather and one by one slip down my face.
“How my days aren’t as bright when she’s not around? How seeing her a shell of herself breaks my fucking heart? And just the thought of losing her drives me mad? Those are the questions you want me to answer?” He asks as he wipes my tears, before I realize what I’m doing I nod my head yes, crazy indeed.
He moves and pulls my hips closer to his, I can feel his hardened length through his sweatpants and my towel. This is turning him on, I go to shove him away but he won’t budge, he only pulls me closer.
“I think I will start by telling you her name.” he leans in, kissing under my eye, capturing a tear with his lips, moving his head so he can whisper into my ear, and then the very last name I ever thought he would say leaves his mouth. One that has me gasp in surprise, and makes fresh tears spill over, once more.
Greyson
Once I got Anna calmed down, she was able to talk. She demanded I tell her everything when I agreed only if she told me who the other man was. Well, needless to say, I was shocked when she said she craved me. Well, that is one thing I can happily oblige to.
I don’t give two shits if our best friends are downstairs waiting for us. My sweet girl said she needed something, and it is something I will happily give her. But not until I have a little fun of my own.
“Her name is Anna Edwards.” I leaned in and whispered in her ear, then took her earlobe into my mouth, grazing it with my teeth. Then I pull back, and for the first time since I walked us into the bedroom, I watch as shock rolls through her. She was so certain that I would say any name but hers.
“I see that shocks you, but I can assure you that there has never been and never will be another woman for me.” I capture her lips in a slow, sweet kiss, my tongue sweeping out along her bottom lip in the way I know she likes.
She pulls back, searching my eyes for the lie that I know isn’t there. “Swear it, Greyson. Swear there is nobody else.” She demands.
I grab her towel and pull it until she lets go and lets it fall to the ground. I’m already hard for her, but seeing her naked before me makes me painfully so. I’m staring; I know she’s waiting forme to say something. But I won’t, not yet. She needs more than just words, she deserves more.
Her arms raise like she’s going to cover herself, then her chin lifts like she’s daring me to do something, and her hands fall nervously to her sides. I reach up and cup her cheek, looking into her eyes, and let the truth out.
“You, my sweet girl, are absolutely beautiful. I know I haven’t said it as often as I should, but you are everything I could ever want in a woman. There could be no other.” I trail my fingertips gently down her cheek, down the side of her neck, over her collarbone, and then the peak of her breast. When her nipples harden under my palm, I squeeze, causing her to gasp.
“And you were made for me, see?” I grasp her other breast with my other hand, avoiding her left nipple. I then lean over, flicking my tongue over it, and look up at her. “Perfect fit.”
She’s now taking shallow breaths, not the kind that scares me, but the kind I crave. I take her hand and lead her to the bedroom, to the foot of the bed.
“Lay back on the bed, sweet girl; I have more I need to say.” My dick throbs when she lays back. Her face is already flushed, and I have barely touched her.
I kneel on the bed; her legs are straight out, and she’s looking at me like she’s not sure what to do. Understandably so, we have never done anything intimate like this when we haven’t worked through the fight. We should be talking and figuring out where we should go from here; she basically asked me for a divorce. We accused each other of cheating, but this right here feels needed.
“Grey?” She says my name in a way I haven’t heard in probably a year; it causes me to groan.
“The things you do to me, sweet girl,” I say as I plan my next move. How am I going to tell her what she needs to hear while giving her what she craves?
I see her thighs rubbing together, I know what to do. “Spread those pretty thighs for me, sweet girl. Let me see how wet you are for me.” Her legs rub together once more before she does; she looks a little nervous, though. I scoot back a little and start to lower myself between her legs. I haven’t seen this pretty pussy for a long time. My eyes snap up to hers when I hear her sharp breath.
“Do you remember how you got the nickname ‘sweet girl’?” I ask, and she nods. I hold her gaze as I lick her clit first, her back bows. She is so sensitive to my touch already.
“Grey,” she half moans, so I flatten my tongue, running it along her entrance, gathering her wetness on my tongue.
“Still as sweet as the day I gave you that name.” I start to lazily lick her, swirling my tongue around her and pulling her clit with my lips and teeth. Her chest is rising and falling rapidly. She’s close, but I have more I need to say. I slip my tongue inside her, I feel her tighten around it. The action makes my balls tighten. I need to be inside her, but not yet. I flatten my tongue once more then replace it with one finger, slowly pumping it into her.
Her moans are still quiet and breathy. “Now you listen to me, sweet girl; you are my everything. I don’t want nor need anyone else.” I rub her clit with my thumb, making her gasp.
“Greyson, please.” She moans my name so sweetly.
“I know what you need, but not yet, sweet girl. I have more to say.” I add a second finger; her moans are growing louder.
“Are you listening, sweet girl?” I ask, pausing until she responds. She nods frantically, her walls clenching around my fingers as I start again. “There could be nobody else. Why would you think that?” I don’t mean to ask that, but it slips.
She props up on her elbows and looks at me. “I know everything there is to know about you, Greyson.” Her using myfull name catches my attention, causing my hand to still inside of her.
