Page 107 of Paths

“You saved me when we lived across the street, but this is a new start. From here on out, it’ll be nothing but good.” His fingers go from light on my clit to firmly cupping me between my legs, and his other hand squeezes my hip. “Sit.”

I do as he says and lower my ass into his lap. It’s easy to feel his hard, thick cock through his jeans, and knowing that’s all for me—forever mine—I sink back into his chest.

His face comes to the side of mine and when his lips touch my ear, he whispers, “I’ll make sure this is good.” His hand comes up to my lower belly, making my breath catch, and he presses in. “For us.”

I turn my face and put my lips on his. Once I made my decision, I have never doubted it. I know life with Grady is going to be good.

His hands slide down my body to my thighs. When they reach my knees, he pulls my legs apart to straddle his.

Then he spreads his legs—spreading me.

I exhale as my head falls back to his shoulder.

His voice is as smooth as his fingers running through the wet between my legs. “There you go.”

Not knowing where to put my hands, I grasp his thighs below me. The more he touches me, the firmer I grip. His hand roams—teasing, massaging, and even twisting my nipples. All the while, his other one never stops its constant torture on my clit.

He wasn’t kidding when he said he was in the mood to play.

When he spreads his legs even farther, really far, he whispers in my ear, “I just decided I’m a big supporter of yoga.”

I’d laugh if I could, but I can’t. Instead, I exhale loudly and arch my back for more of his touch.

“You like that.”

Oh, I do, but I don’t answer. It obviously wasn’t a question, I’m pretty sure he knows I like it. His fingers continue to tease, until finally, one fills me. Deliciously and divinely.

“Please,” I whisper, doing my best to press into his hand, but his other arm drops to my waist to hold me tight.

“You want more?” he asks.

“Yes.” I nod at the same time the word falls from my lips, trying to relay how much I want more. I really want more. Hell, I want more so much, I can’t even think straight.

Then perfectly, just like my Grady has been since the day I first worked on his shoulder, he gives me what I need.

He gives me another finger and more pressure on my clit. But he also holds me tighter, angling an arm up to cup my breast possessively.

“You gonna come for me, baby?”

My body is humming from head to toe as he teases me, giving me more, then less, evilly delaying my imminent orgasm, leaving me hanging in the balance of the most beautiful purgatory ever.

Orgasm purgatory—it’s like walking a sexual tightrope that only Grady can balance.

One of my hands comes up to the side of his face when I beg, “Grady, baby, please.”

“Hmm,” he breathes in as he puts his lips to my neck. “Love you, Maya.”

Then he really finger fucks me while giving my clit more pressure. I gasp and arch and call out for him. All the while he holds me tight.

And finally, I’m consumed.

When I lose his hand between my legs, I feel myself going up. He turns and the next thing I know, he’s laying me face down on the bed. I’ve barely had a chance to catch my breath when I feel Grady pull my hips up until I’m on my knees, he instantly fills me from behind. “Oh, yes.”

He’s surrounding me from above, enveloping me where I feel him everywhere as he starts to move. He doesn’t take his time as he did when he was in the mood to play. I feel his need as he pounds into me.

“Never felt this,” he growls into my ear where he’s hovering. “Never get enough of you.”

“I hope you never do,” I breathe and arch my back. “Love you, too, baby.”

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