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“I want this. I want everything with you.” And I do. I want him to know I trust him with my body. I relax my legs, his t-shirt falls away, and I allow him to see me, every bit of me. I close my eyes.
“Lia. Look at me. I want you to see how much I want you. I want you to see exactly what you do to me.” As I open my eyes, he climbs onto the bed, kneeling between my legs. He slips his shorts down, allowing his thick cock to spring out. It bobs against his taut stomach. He’s magnificent like this. And he is freakin’ huge. I don’t have a lot of experience, but even I know he’s packing. He grabs hold of the base, his grip tight as he tugs himself deliberately. “You are the most stunning thing I have ever laid eyes on.” My heart stutters at his words. Any doubts I’d had in the past about whether he wants me as much as I want him, fade away.
I sit up and tug my borrowed t-shirt off, discarding it on the floor next to the bed. My nipples tighten as he runs his eyes over me. His blue eyes darken as he peruses my body. This boy owns me. My body. My heart. My soul. He always has, and he always will.
I shuffle back, lying completely bare in front of him. He slowly leans down, giving me every chance to stop him, but instead I grip his shoulders gently and push him down, inviting him to taste me. And then his mouth is on me, slowly licking up my slit. His tongue finds my clit, and he gently teases me with just the tip. Probing at first and then he lightly sucks on the sensitive bundle of nerves and I gasp as I arch off the bed. My hands find his hair, and I grip it, holding him to me. He lets out a low chuckle.
“You like that?” He doesn’t wait for my answer before carrying on. He alternates between lapping at me and spearing me with his tongue. Heat blooms between my legs as I feel myself on the verge of coming. He must sense it too as without warning he suddenly sucks hard on my clit, and… I see fucking stars. My whole lower half clenches with pleasure, and I practically purr with contentment.
When I come back down to earth, I open my eyes, and he’s gazing at me from where he lies between my legs. His proud face is glistening with my arousal, and I should be embarrassed, but I’m not.
“I want you inside me, Grayson.”
“I want that too. But I want to wait until you’re ready. I don’t want to rush this.” I appreciate the gesture, but it’s unnecessary. I’m ready. I have never been more certain of anything.
“Do you have any condoms?”
“Bedside drawer.” He answers me, nodding towards it. But instead of getting one, I blurt out,
“I’m on birth control. Are you…are you clean?”
“I get tested regularly. I’m clean. It’s been months since I’ve been with anyone, and never without using something.” A pang of jealousy that I won’t be his first, hits me. But the thought that I could be the first person he sleeps with bare, more than makes up for it.
“I don’t want anything between us, Grayson. I want to feel you.” His eyes widen, and he runs his hand down his throat.
Chapter Thirty-Six
DAHLIA
Everything we’ve done up until now has been frantic and lust fuelled, but this is different. This is a measured decision we are making together.
He crawls over me as I tremble with anticipation. He leans down, kissing me lightly on my mouth before peppering kisses along my jaw, my throat, across my shoulders, and down to my breasts. I arch my back, my body desperately chasing his touch. He circles my nipples with his tongue before gently scraping them with his teeth. The heat between my legs intensifies as he continues to tease me. I squirm with need, and he kisses me on the mouth again, slowly and deliberately. His cock is nudging at my stomach, and I tug it slowly and firmly, making him groan into my mouth. I repeat the motion a few more times while I find the courage to vocalise what’s going through my head. “I want to put my mouth on you.” I whisper.
His hard dick jumps in my hand, and he touches his forehead to mine. “Fuck Lia. Are you sure?”
I push on his shoulders until he’s lying on his back, and I’m straddling him. I scoot down his body until I’m kneeling between his legs. He holds himself up his elbows, watching my every move. I study his throbbing dick, bouncing enticingly on his washboard abs and my mouth waters. I’m seriously inexperienced in this area, so I hope I can work out what he likes. I want to give him the same pleasure he gave me.
A bead of pre-cum has formed on the head of his cock, and I lean down and lick it off the tip. He groans. I guess he likes that. He tastes clean with a salty tang, and combined with his scent that is all man, it turns me the fuck on. I figure he’s going to be too big for me to fit all of him in my mouth so I hold him at the base before lowering my mouth onto him. I take as much of him as I can into my mouth, and as he hits the back of my throat, I automatically gag. He moves to pull out when he realises, but I refuse to loosen my grip, and I shake my head. I back off slightly and run my tongue up his length, before tonguing around the crown like he’s a lollipop. I look at him, to see his eyes roll back into his head as he falls back onto the pillows.
“Fucking hell, Lia. I don’t want to know how you learned to do that.” Confidence washes over me, and I use my hand to spread my saliva down his shaft as I take him into my mouth again. I must be doing something right as I feel him jerk into my mouth with every movement I make. He suddenly pulls out, and I panic.
“Did I do something wrong?”
“Fuck no. You are fucking perfect. I just don’t want this to be over yet, and I was about to come in your mouth.” My stomach pitches at his words.
“More. I need more,” I breathe out. He reaches for my hand and pulls me up the bed so we’re both lying on our sides, staring at each other.
“My girl wants more?” he cocks a brow and hitches my leg up so it’s resting on his hip, opening me up to him. He grabs his cock and runs it along my slit. My wetness coats him as he does it over and over, making me even wetter in the process. Then he’s nudging the head at my entrance. His eyes are on mine the whole time, and I raise my leg higher, encouraging him to go further. He pushes in a little, then pulls out before repeating the action, breaching me a little more each time, and then he kisses me and pushes all the way in. The stretch is more than I thought it would be, and I gasp.
The sensation stings a little, but then he’s kissing me again. “Lia, you…fuck, being inside you is better than I imagined,” he whispers, and the sound of his voice settles something in me. I kiss him back, and he begins to move. Any pain I felt is replaced with pleasure as my body adjusts to accommodate him. He turns us so I’m on my back and he’s above me. He puts his arms under my knees and presses them towards my chest as he moves faster and deeper.
“Grayson,” I moan into his mouth. It’s like a switch is flipped when I say his name and his eyes flash with desire. Suddenly he’s reaching a place inside me that feels indescribably good. In this position, his weight is on my lower tummy and his dick is hitting that sensitive spot inside me over and over.
My breathing quickens in time with his, and he dips his head to suck my nipple into his mouth. It’s enough to tip me over the edge, and with barely any warning, I’m coming, my pussy squeezing his dick. He grunts, pushing deep inside me, and then he bucks before he holds himself still, his warm, wet cum filling me.
His eyes squeeze shut for a second as he finishes, the sweat beading on his forehead. He relaxes his grip on my legs but stays inside me. He drops down and turns us so we are back on our sides, our eyes never leaving each other. I’m lost for words. I had no idea sex was such an overwhelming, emotional experience.
I don’t know if it’s like this for him every time, but I can’t help but hope the reason it felt so good is because it’s us. Because of our connection. We both lie on the bed, not saying anything, just getting our breath back, his dick softening inside me.
