Page 89 of Waiting for Her

“Always,” I moan, his hips rotating slightly.

In the silence of his bedroom, every noise we make seems to be amplified.

It doesn’t take long before I’m tipping right over the edge. I gasp and cry out, my hand pressing against the wall behind my head as I anchor myself against the orgasm taking over.

He grabs my other hand in his, threading our fingers together, pressing our joined hands into the mattress. He squeezes tightly as his own orgasm bursts through him, burying his head in the side of my neck as we both pant heavily, coming down from a high I had forgotten existed.

I close my eyes and feel the beat of our hearts pound against each other.

“You were so worth waiting for.”

Grady

Iwake upwith a taste for Bri and thank my lucky stars she didn’t rise early because I have a plan.

Rocky whines beside me, and I shush him, hoping he can hold his bladder for a little while longer since we let him outside late after we finished round three. He cocks his head to the side, probably wondering why I’m not jumping out of bed to serve him, which is apparently my reason for being put on this earth.

“Give me a bit, boy. I have other priorities at the moment,” I tell him. He lays his chin down on the edge of the mattress, and I try to shoo him away, not needing an audience for what I’m about to do.

I settle myself between her legs, only the bright white sheet covering us both. I remember the few times we were able to spend the night together she was always a hot box when she slept, which worked great because I’m the same. Right before we went to sleep, she folded the comforter down and laid it at the foot of my bed, something I’ve done ever since the first night I shared a bed with her. The familiarity of it made my chest ache, but I simply pulled her closer, letting my hand rest on her stomach as we drifted off to sleep.

I trail kisses along her inner thigh. She squirms beneath me, my hands grip her thighs, spreading her open. Licking her seam, I relish in her taste, the fact she’s in my home, my bed… my life. I hum, my mouth never leaving her body, as I continue to use my tongue to wake her up. When I suck on her tight bud, she moans so loudly I know there’s no possible way she’s not awake—the brat probably has been awake since I got started.

“Holy shit,” she moans, her short fingernails digging into my scalp. “Good God, Grady. I’ll kick your ass if you stop.”

I smile but listen to her because—well, I don’t want to stop.

I bring her to the brink then slow down, kissing the apex of her thighs, down to her knees and back up. She growls, and I feel her writhe between the sheets, her knee nudging against my head to get me where she wants me most.

“Don’t think I won’t follow through with that threat, you ass!”

I chuckle and trail the tip of my nose up her center, blowing lightly on her sensitive skin. She squeezes her legs around my head and I reach up, spreading her open for me again.

“And I’ll tie you up if you don’t relax and let me take care of you,” I murmur. Immediately, I feel her body relax, the wetness between her legs coating my face. By the way she’s reacting to those words, I can tell it’s something she’d be on board with.

But not this morning. Right now, I have a short-term goal in mind before I head over to the practice field.

I take one final swipe and when I feel her body explode beneath my tongue, I slide up her body, plunging deep inside.

Pausing briefly to take both her hands in one of mine, I place them above her head.

“You don’t move those hands until I tell you to, got it?”

“Just move already, dammit,” she grunts, and I lean down, taking her mouth in mine, letting her taste herself on my lips. Her tongue swiping wildly as she laps up every last bit of herself coating my skin.

I was only with one other woman after Bri, and it wasn’t Kennedy. I was her rebound, someone who used me to get over her ex, only neither of us wanted to admit it. Turns out it didn’t work for either of us. We dated for a couple of months the summer after my accident. The night we decided to deepen our relationship, it became glaringly obvious to both of us that our hearts were already taken. It was all mechanics, no intimacy involved.

Bri’s tight walls contract around me, sucking me in. Knowing I’m the only person to have ever been inside her makes me feel like I could accomplish anything. Sweat beads at the base of my neck as I pump into her. Her body gripping me like a vice, reminding me of how perfectly she was made for me.

My body screams for me to relentlessly pound into her, remind her she’s mine. Always has been, always will be. Instead, I slow down and bite back the chuckle erupting from my throat when I hear her whine.

Bri bucks up against me, and I know she’s wanting to take control.

“Impatient?”

“You’re the one who started this. If you hadn’t woken me up with your tongue, I wouldn’t be so damn needy.”

“Liar.”

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