Page 33 of In Their Hearts
I really don’t know where I go from here. I do need to go back to my apartment, and I can’t stay here forever, even though that doesn’t sound too bad.
“Good morning, love. How did you sleep?”
I take Grant in. Hair messy, eyes a deep chocolate brown, and looking as rested as I feel.
“Sorry, I didn’t know you were awake.” My cheeks heat at remembering yesterday. “But I slept well.”
God. This feels awkward. Do I thank him? What am I supposed to say? Can we do it again sometime? Shit. Now I am just staring blankly at him like an idiot.
“There is one thing I missed out on last night, and I’m hoping I get a chance to rectify that this morning.”
Fuck. Now what? What didn’t we do? I thought we covered all the bases. Jesus.
“No need to panic. I think you’re going to enjoy my cock in you very much.”
Oh.
Again, what do I say? I’m never speechless, and he’s taken all my coherent thoughts away. I’m so screwed.
“Um…” It comes out breathy and awkward.
He takes my hand to show me how hard his cock is already. Wow.
“Is that normal in the morning?” Oops. I didn’t mean to say that out loud.
“It’s normal when you and my husband are in bed with me.”
“Oh.” This is what I am reduced to thinking right now. The only thought running through my mind is how his dick will feel compared to Clay’s. My sex tightens thinking about it.
My hand wanders over Grant’s cock. He feels thicker. I keep stroking. I love the feeling of his length growing as I continue to touch him. I know I like feeling it in my mouth, so it should feel good down there, right?
Grant stops my hand, and I look up.
“If you keep doing that, I will be covering your hand and not filling up a condom.”
“Oh.”
“Jo, can I have you? I need to feel how tight and hot your pussy is. Will you let me?”
“Yes,” I whisper. Why would I say no when it felt so good last night?
Grant leans over, kissing my lips, and I reach into his hair to hang on. I need an anchor. His mustache and beard feel rough against my skin. I love it. I can’t get enough of his mouth. His taste.
“Are you getting wet for me? I need to be able to slide into you nice and easy.”
“Um… maybe?” God, that sounds so stupid, but I’m not sure. I bury my face in his warm chest. Maybe I can just pretend I didn’t say that.
He laughs. “Well, that just means I get to check for myself.”
I feel his hand reach down between my thighs, encouraging me to open for him, and I do. I guess I need to learn what turns me on.
He moans and pulls his hand away. I watch as he brings his fingers up to his mouth and licks them clean. He moans louder this time.
And I know that turns me on. Why is that so sexy?
“I guess that means I’m wet?” I question because I have some catching up to do when it comes to learning everything about sex and orgasms.
“Yes. Fuck, yes it does.”
