The sound rips through me. I still inside of her but keep kissing my girl. That’s what she is. From the moment I saw her. No, fuck that. She’s been mine since the day I was born. It answers so many questions I’ve always had lurking in the back of my mind. Why I never felt a desire for anyone in this way. I thought something was wrong with me. I was right. I was missing her. I just wasn’t aware of it.
My body fights to move. An inner battle rages inside of me. She’s so fucking tight. Her pussy locks around my cock that is still somehow hard. Years of hidden lust come roaring to life inside of me. Tentatively she starts to kiss me back. Her pussy starts to give small flutters around my cock, making it almost impossible not to move.
“Baby—” I break the kiss, but she yanks me right back down to kiss her again. Fuck me. But that's all the answer I need.
Slowly I pull out and push back inside of her. A little moan comes from her, spurring me on. The faster I move, the more she writhes under me. Her hips are lifting to meet each of my thrusts now. She wants this as much as I do.
“Grant.” She pulls back from the kiss. Her eyes widen, looking to me for something she doesn’t understand.
“Got you, love.” Her eyes light up. The word love easily slipped off my tongue. It felt so right. “I’ll always have you.” I brace one arm on the bed while the other slips between us. My fingers go to her clit. She’s so close already. She only needs a little more. That’s what she was searching for. She knew I’d take her there.
With a few brushes of my fingers, she goes off again for me, her cunt locking around my cock. A groan roars out from deep inside of me as I come again, pouring my release into her body. I bury my face in her neck as my orgasm goes on forever before I half collapse on top of her.
I catch myself rolling over so that she’s on top. My dick is still lodged inside her tightness. Wrapping my arms around her, I hold her tight. I’m never letting go.
8
REMI
“I’ve got you.” I jerk awake, my eyes flying open as I tense up. My whole body goes rigid. Grant pulled me from my uneasy dream. “Sleep, love.” He presses a few kisses into my neck. I let go and my body melts back into his.
He’s spooning me from behind. His whole body is wrapped around me, holding me close. I didn’t think I’d be a person that would enjoy cuddling, but this feels so damn good. His big arms are wrapped around me, holding me close. I haven’t felt this safe and at peace since before I found out my mom was sick.
I do as he tells me, letting myself drift back to sleep. When I wake for a second time, the bed is empty. Light peeks in under the thick curtains covering the windows. I stretch, feeling the soreness of every muscle in my body. There’s also a small ache between my thighs.
I passed out after we’d made love the first time. I’m not sure how long I was sleeping before Grant lifted me from the bed and carried me into the bath. He’d stepped into the already filled tub with me in his arms and sat down, telling me I needed to soak. I’d dozed in and out of sleep until he brought me back to the bed, where he’d kissed my whole body with that amazing mouth of his until I passed out once again. I swear he has magic powers or something.
When we’d been soaking in the tub, he’d mentioned he had a few people he needed to touch base with in the morning and to not be spooked if he wasn’t in the bed when I woke up. I grab one of his pillows and bury my face in it, breathing his scent in. I still can’t believe last night was real. Though I should know better than anyone how quickly life can change.
Slipping from the bed, I make my way to the closet to find something to wear. I settle on another one of Grant’s shirts. I grab a pair of boxers to put on under it. They’re so big on me that I have to roll them a million times, but it’s better than nothing. At some point, I’m going to need to leave, and I’d rather have something covering me there even if the shirt hangs almost to my knees.
I pause when I see my purse sitting on the floor by the bedroom door. He must have gone and gotten it from the club or sent someone to. I snag it off the floor, searching for my phone inside. I ignore the messages from my cousin. I should block his number altogether after what he tried to pull last night.