Page 49 of Grift

Patrick

It’s early morning. Jessica’s waves are tickling my nose, but I won’t take the risk of disentangling our bodies to wake her.

Although, at the thought of waking her, I imagine what else we might do. My cock stirs with substantial interest.

How, I don’t know. Even for me, this is a feat.

She just finally fell asleep in my arms after the third – no, fourth – time that we’d fucked.

This time at least we’d made it to the bed.

Progress.

Her breathing is slow, and her body is pressed against mine. My arms are wrapped around her. I’ve heard the saying that sometimes you don’t know what you have until you lose it. But I wonder how many people don’t know what they’re looking for until they find it.

Until it’s literally curled up in your arms.

Fuck.

I didn’t mean to let things go so far. Hell, I’m not even sure exactly where they are. But it’s clear to me that it’s not as uncomplicated and clear cut as I’ve been telling myself.

It’s not just that she’s beautiful.

Or smart.

Or that she makes me laugh.

Or that her fiery desire and innocence are a mix that drive me crazy.

It’s the total package. The way the woman herself just stepped into my life and suddenly has me looking forward to coming home at the end of the day. Distracted at work. Saying stupid shit in unguarded moments that could put her at risk.

I’m not ready to confront what’s happening, but I can be honest enough with myself to admit that I’m developing feelings.

I need to put a stop to this and there’s only one way to do this. I’ve been trying to work different angles on the tapes, using Danny and another PI that I have worked with before. But neither is turning up much, other than there’s no disgruntled ex, no obvious political opponent, no clear source of the problem.

Without the source, I can’t eradicate the issue once and for all. I need to get into the office. But as I start to roll away, the angel in my arms cracks an eye open.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

My instincts are telling me to get out of bed, to get on with my day and what’s laying ahead. But instead, I put my lips to her throat and start a slow descent downward. Across her breasts, the plane of her stomach, and down to her pussy where I begin to nip and lick.

At the lightest touch, she’s almost vibrating. Her clit is so raw it’s almost instantly swollen, ready to tip her over into another release. But as I lick her from top to bottom and back again, her fingers twisting in the sheets, her little cries of pleasure are too much for me to resist.

“What do you want?”

Before the question’s out of my lips, her hand is around my cock and pulling me to her. God, the sensation of her, warm and wet. It’s heaven and the gates are opening. The devil’s being invited to dance with the angels. At her opening, slick with need, I have a thought. It’s there and then it spirals away as the head of my cock touches something soft.

She moves her hips, grinding into me and bringing me inside her. It’s a sensation like nothing I’ve ever felt, liquid silk gloving me, pulsing away around me with the promise of ecstasy.

“Pinch your nipples.” I’ve left them raw from licking, biting, rubbing the night before, and the instant way she bucks against me urges me on.

Grinding into her, long and low. It’s like there was never a time when this wasn’t my life, when this wasn’t exactly where I wanted to be. She meets me thrust for thrust with hungry, demanding, explosive movements of her hips.

“More,” she begs, panting.

I give her more, pulling out my entire length and plunging in. I’m not gentle this time. She’s sore, but she keeps rocking against me, demanding harder, demanding deeper. There’s a shift, something primal between us. The darker parts of me are answering the call in her eyes.

“You’re mine,” it’s a growl in the back of my throat.

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