I take his face in my hands. “What is it?”
Grayson shakes his head. “I’m just really happy when I’m around you.”
This man.My heart squeezes for the millionth time, and before I can overthink his words, he kisses me again while ever so slowly pushing himself inside me. We stop kissing as he enters me in the most delicate way he ever has. Our eyes remainlocked on each other, a lock of his brown hair being the only thing in the way. Even his glasses are gone, and we hold our breaths. Grayson buries himself to the hilt, and I moan loud enough to wake the dead.
He fucks me, slow and unhurried. We either kiss or stare into each other’s eyes the entire time, both of us clearly feeling the shift in the air. Not only have things changed in our minds, but our bodies seem to have clicked in a different way.
This isn’t just fucking, this is making love.
Grayson’s hand moves to my nipple, and he squeezes it with the tip of his thumb and index finger, then twists it, causing me to squirm. I feel myself tighten around his dick, and he hisses at the sensation.
“Do that again.”
His voice is so low and raspy that my body reacts to that alone by squeezing him.
“Fuck, baby. Keep doing that to my cock.”
I moan as he lowers his mouth to my nipple and thrusts faster. He bites me lightly and licks both of my tits, causing my clit to throb and my legs to shake. My breathy screams grow, and I arch my back, warning him.
“I’m close, Grayson.”
He comes back up, kissing me lightly, one set of fingers still on my nipple, twisting and then rubbing it lightly just like I like it.
My body begins to tremble, and he knows that’s my tell.
“I’m not even touching your clit, and you’re going to come for me just like this. Aren’t you?”
“Yes,” I breathe out.
“Don’t close your eyes.” Grayson’s tone turns aggressive before softening again. My eyes meet his, and he picks up his pace. “I’m going to give you all my cum.”
“Yes,” I beg.
“Come with me.” He twists my nipple one last time, and Iexplode, my legs trembling uncontrollably. A mix of moans and screams tears out of me.
“Fuck, Emma.” Grayson thrusts four more times before his cum fills me to the brim. His lips remain an inch away from mine as he groans, and with his last couple of thrusts, he whimpers for me for the first time since we fucked in his office at the soup kitchen.
I tremble at the sound, and after I hear it a fourth time, I feel my clit throbbing again. It turns out that I’m not done.
Moving my hand to my clit, I rub it and move with Grayson still inside me. He whimpers again, and I stay quiet just to hear him once more.
Grayson’s eyes meet mine, and he looks completely drained yet surprised by what I’m doing. “I can’t come a third time,” he whispers. A hiss escapes his lips. “And I’m so sensitive, Emma.”
I look down at where we’re connected, debating whether I should stop. He’s still hard inside of me, but I can tell he’s going to soften soon.
Another whimper escapes him, and my eyes almost roll to the back of my head. I grip his hair with one hand. “Do you want me to stop?”
He has a lustful, painful look on his face, but even then, he says, “No. I’ll never get tired of seeing you fall apart for me.” He falls onto his forearms. “Fuck, fuck. That hurts.”
I halt my movements even though I feel him growing inside of me. “I can make myself come without you in me, Grayson.”But I’m so damn close.
His eyes meet mine again, his face still showing the same expression. “Keep going. It hurts, but now you’ve made me need to come again. Fuck me, Emma.”
I almost come from that alone. Deciding on a last-minute maneuver to make this easier for him, I use his low energy as an advantage to flip him onto his back. I place both hands on his chest, pressing my clit to his body, letting the friction of my movements touch it.
The second I move, Grayson gasps because I just clenched around him. The sensation is intense and causes me to throw my head back.
“Don’t stop,” he says. “Keep fucking me.”