But I don’t even know if this is heading in that direction. It sure as heck feels like it, and I already know I wouldn’t tell him no. Grayson is different. The way I feel around him is different than any man has ever made me feel: happy, confident, safe.
My legs fall open, allowing him to sink between them. Grayson takes my mouth with his, and pushes his tongue deep with long strokes against mine.
I dig my fingers into his back to hold him to me, although I don’t think he’s going anywhere if I let him go.
My lips follow his when he pulls back and rolls to the side of me. Well, that’s not what I want, but ohhhh, this is. Grayson’s hand skims down my stomach and beneath the waistband of my panties until his fingers meet my damp skin.
The sound he makes, a low growl from the center of his chest, is the most erotic thing I’ve ever heard. I want to hear it again.
“Please,” I beg, squirming beside him.
“Slow down, baby.”
Finally, finally, he drags a finger through my wetness, caressing the sensitive folds. In one swift motion he pushes a finger inside of me and all coherent thought flies out of my head.
Grayson plays my body like he’s been touching it for years, stroking and rubbing in all the right places. Every nerve inside me lights up, causing sparks of energy to shoot through my veins.
There are too many sensations, too many feelings and emotions rushing through me. I can’t even think straight; my body is wound too tight. I turn my head to look at him, but Grayson’s e
yes are locked where his fingers are sliding in and out of me.
“How does that feel, baby?”
“So good.”
Grayson looks at me with hooded eyes. His lips are parted, and it’s exhilarating knowing he’s getting turned on just from playing with me. I haven’t even touched him yet.
“Do you want more?”
I lick my lips and nod.
Grayson pulls his finger out, slides the wetness through my folds and pushes two fingers back in. My body stretches, trying to accommodate his thick fingers.
“So tight,” he growls.
Shifting his hand to the side, Grayson pushes his fingers deeper than he did the other night. When he curls and twists them, there’s a pinch of pain that causes me to gasp.
Grayson stops and pulls back to look at me. “Did that hurt?”
“No.” I wiggle my hips to keep him moving. “Just…it just…oh God, it feels so good.”
I tilt my head, and his lips meet mine. Our tongues dance as he winds my body tighter and tighter. In a special kind of rhythm, he strokes inside of me and then pulls back and plays with my sensitive clit—over and over until tears prick my eyes, not because it hurts, but because what I feel for him in such a short amount of time is overwhelming.
My body climbs higher and higher, a knot forming in the base of my stomach. That knot grows and aches before exploding into millions of little pieces that race down my legs.
I’ve had orgasms before, but nothing like this—never like this. My body quivers and shakes all the way down to my toes. My pussy pulses around his fingers as he draws the pleasure out as long as he can. When I go lax against the bed, Grayson presses a kiss to my cheek and then my nose.
“I’ll never get tired of watching you come.”
“I’ll never get tired of you making me come.”
I close my eyes and wince as Grayson slowly pulls his fingers from my body. The pressure is gone, my body empty, but there’s a delicious ache where he was.
“Nora?”
“Hmm…” I drag my eyes open and follow his gaze to his hand, which he’s holding up in front of us.
His fingers are soaked from my orgasm, and there’s a tinge of blood smeared across his knuckle.