Graycie makes a keening sound in her throat and her back arches. She freezes, not even breathing, as her orgasm rushes through her. The walls of her pussy squeeze me and I’m fucking done.
I growl out her name while burying myself as deep inside her sweet cunt as I can get. Every jet of my cum causes stars to dance in my vision. But I don’t look away from her. From Graycie.
She’s a vision of post-orgasmic softness. She’s all satisfaction, languid in a way that can’t be faked.
When she collapses against my chest, my balls are aching and considering going another round while knowing it’s not going to happen. Not quite yet anyway. I slide my hand up and down her back, loving the feel of her soft skin against the roughness of my hands because of the work I do.
Always rough.
Always a little dirty.
But my Graycie-girl doesn’t mind.
“Damn it,” she mutters, “I forgot to grab my mail.”
I brush some of the hair back from her face so I can get a better look at her. I never want to look away.
“Don’t worry about it, I’ll text Opal and ask her to grab it. I know she has a grocery run to make today.”
“Perfect,” she breathes out before a yawn overtakes her face. She chuckles, “I completely forgot how early it is. So much has happened.”
I make a humming sound and plant a kiss on her temple before gently sliding her to the bed. She snuggles into the bed and lets out a sound that makes me glad I splurged on the mattress.
It’s not the first time I’ve been thankful to have a mattress that feels like a cloud.
When I stand up and stretch, I feel Graycie’s eyes on me. I look at her over my shoulder and smirk before I do a slow spin. “Go right ahead and look, Graycie-girl. I’m all yours.”
“Oh, I’m looking,” she teases and wiggles her eyebrows.
I bark out a laugh as I fish my phone out of my jeans and shoot a quick message to Opal about the mail. After tossing my phone on the bed, I head into the bathroom and get a washcloth wet with warm water. Just as I’m about to ring it out, I hear my phone chime.
“Go head and see what Opal said,” I tell her. “The code is 7662.”
When I walk out of the bathroom, Graycie is holding my phone like it’s a bomb she’s expecting to go off at any moment. It would be adorable if she didn’t look terrified.
“You want me to unlock your phone and go to the messages? You want me to read a message sent to you?” She sounds bewildered.
“What?” I tilt my head to the side as I study her. “Yeah. You can check the message on my phone any time. You can use my phone if you need one.” I snap my fingers. “Actually, that reminds me, we’ll log on and order you a phone and get it on my plan.”
Graycie blinks and looks down at my phone, blinks again and looks at me.
“I don’t know what to say,” her voice is soft and a little sad.
“I trust you, Angel,” I murmur the words and make a motion to the phone.
She swallows hard and uses the code to open it and then uses the notification to pull up my most recent message.
Her voice wobbles at first before filling with amusement, “It’s too fucking early for you to be sending me a message. I expect an update on whatever has happened and don’t worry about the mail, I’ve got it. She’s my best friend, you know. You can’t steal her forever. We’ll have to share.”
The smile on Graycie’s face is slow growing, but then she’s throwing her head back and laughing. “Your sister is a little unhinged.”
As I clean her up, she blushes and I wink at her. “It’s a family trait.”
“I noticed,” her voice is filled with amusement.
As the moment settles, I look deep in her eyes and give her my truth. “I trust you, Graycie and I have nothing to hide.”
“I love you,” she blurts out the words and then her face becomes a mask of horror and embarrassment. Her hand shoots up and covers her mouth like she wants to stuff the words back in.