I like the sound of that. I wiggle my hips to show him just how much, but Grayson pushes me against the bed, stopping the movement.
“I’m not taking your virginity.”
“I know you’re not; I’m giving it to you.”
He pauses. Oh no. What if he doesn’t want it. What if—
“Wipe that look off your face right now.” He kisses me. “Trust me, I want you so damn bad, but Nora—”
“You want me, and I want you. I don’t see what the big deal is. I’m a big girl of sound mind, and I know what I want.”
“It is a big deal. It’s a huge deal. You’ve held on to it this long for a reason, and I want you to be sure.”
“I am sure,” I stress.
Grayson stares at me intently. I feel stripped bare and vulnerable, trying to convince him that I choose him. I want him.
“I believe that you think that,” he says, stroking a finger down my cheek. “This is new and exciting, and I think we should take things slow. It’s important to me that you’re not making a rash decision in the heat of the moment.”
How do I argue with that? He’s a true gentleman and is only looking out for what’s best for me.
“So, you’re not saying no?”
“Sweetheart, I’d be stupid to say no. You’re so goddamn perfect you make my body ache. Has anyone kissed you down here?” he asks, cupping my mound.
I shake my head. “Never.”
Dropping his head to my shoulder, he groans.
“Grayson?”
He kisses my shoulder and then my collarbone. “Hmm…”
“Does taking it slow mean I can still touch you?”
Before he can answer, I slide my hand between us and stroke his erection. He hisses, and I do it again.
“Nora.”
I pull at the waistband of his pants. “These need to go.”
He curls an arm around my waist and rolls us until I’m on top of him.
“Then take them off of me.”
I’ve had my mouth on a man before, but I’ve never wanted to do it the way I do with Grayson. He’s large behind the fabric of his pants, much larger than anyone else I’ve touched, and my body clenches in response.
I pop the button, pull his zipper down, and tug his pants over his hips. Grayson lifts his lower body, giving me room to pull his pants down. I leave them around his knees rather than taking them all the way off.
I lower my head and lick the underside of his cock.
Grayson’s hips jut up off the bed.
I gaze up at him from between his legs and smile.
This is going to be fun.
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