Page 128 of Eleanor & Grey
This was our story.
He took my hands in his, linking our fingers together, and I was certain I was seconds from passing out, seconds away from my legs giving out. I was shaking, or maybe it was his chills I was feeling. Honestly, it was hard to tell what were my feelings and what were his.
He moved closer still and rested his forehead against mine. I closed my eyes as his hands glided against my lower back and my body effortlessly arched toward him.
“I want to kiss you,” he whispered as his eyes dilated.
“I want to kiss you back,” I replied, my words falling faintly from my tongue.
“I need you to understand that if I kiss you, I won’t stop. Everything will shift, and nothing will be the same. If I kiss you, we’re going to be something new.”
“Yes, I know,” I said, sighing against him as I opened my eyes and stared into those gray eyes. “But do it anyway.”
And then he did.
His lips slammed against mine, engulfing me fully as I kissed him back. He kissed me hard, as if he was making upfor all the missed time. I kissed him back for all the moments our lips had not been locked. He closed the door behind us and led me into the reading nook.
I stepped back a little and looked at him with a smile.
I tossed off my high heels.
He removed his suit jacket.
I began to unzip my dress.
He loosened his tie.
My dress fell to the floor, and his eyes danced across my body. “Jesus, Ellie,” he muttered, moving in closer, placing his hands on my skin, pushing his body against mine. His mouth moved to the curve of my neck, and he kissed me gently, whispering, “I want you so bad, I want this so much...”
I unbuttoned his shirt and slid it off his body. My fingers trailed up and down his chest. Half of me thought I was dreaming, and half of me thought I was back in my world of make-believe fantasy, but I didn’t care.
This felt too good to stop.
He unhooked my bra and slid it off. His hands cupped my breasts, and he lowered himself to gently suck on them, worshipping me with every touch.
Next, his pants came off, and we tossed them to the side of the room.
My nerves were live wires, and I thought he could tell because every now and then he’d tell me I was so beautiful.
Once the clothes were off, we moved like the wild.
Everything became faster as we grew more determined with our actions.
He laid me down slowly upon the blankets. The strings of lights shone above us as my hands rested against his chest. I watched his heavy inhalations and exhalations move through his body, and silently I begged him to take all of me. I wantedhim to give me his all, every piece of him—the good, the bad, and the broken.
He rubbed his hardness against my thighs, and I arched in his direction. He bent down low and swept his tongue against my earlobe before gently sucking it, sending chills down my spine.
“Please, Grey...” I begged, breathless as he teased me, rolling himself against my core as anticipation built. “Please...” I cried, wanting it all. Wanting him. Wanting us. Wanting love.
And then he gave it all to me.
He slid into me slowly, rocking his hips against mine. My fingers dug into his back as I moaned out in pleasure. He pushed himself in deeper and pulled out slowly, keeping that tame rhythm going for a while, making me feel every inch of him as he pushed himself into every part of me.
“More...” I whispered, and he picked up his speed. He rocked into me as I held on to him. “More...” I cried as I stared into his dilated eyes and saw his wants, his needs, his passion.
Harder, deeper, faster...
Greyson made love to me as if he’d been waiting to claim my body as his, and I was his to claim. Every inch of me was his. Every part of me belonged to him.
