Page 59 of Keeping You

God, this man. He’s giving me things without me having to ask. Lifting myself, I grip his cock and position it before slowly sinking down. I relish the sensation of him stretching me. When he’s all the way in, he grips my hips and helps me grind against him, my clit getting that friction it so desperately needs. My head drops forward, my hair cascading with it. He reaches up and delicately tucks it behind my ears.

Grayson has my mind all over the place, how he can be so gentle all while also being so primal.

He leans forward and wraps his lips around my left nipple, sucking before his teeth scrape across it and release it. He moves to the other, repeating the same thing. I clench around him, hovering on the cusp of another orgasm. His hand leaves my hip, and his thumb finds my clit. He circles it gently before applying more pressure. It’s like he’s been given some all-seeing map to my body, and knows exactly how to get me to come. Exactly what I need.

He applies more pressure and then pinches it, and I come in the biggest orgasm I’ve ever experienced. I scream his name. The muscles in my legs, abdomen, and arms all spasm as the orgasm tears through me. I can’t even hold myself up, Grayson has to.

How could something so quick and vanilla send me over the edge like that? I’ve had kinkier sex that hasn’t even been close to that. I’m starting to wonder if my reaction to Grayson’s words earlier made it better. Am I starting to develop actual feelings for my husband? Are feelings making the sex better?

Grayson helps roll me until I’m on my back and kisses my cheek.

“Watching you come undone for me is the best thing I’ve ever witnessed,” he says before climbing out of the bed and returning with a warm washcloth. My body feels like mush, and all I want to do is melt into the bed and sleep.

Grayson grabs my hand and pulls me into a sitting position. “Nope, we’ve got plans today. No sleepin’.”

I pout, and he just chuckles before kissing my forehead and turning to get himself dressed.

“Wear a swimsuit,” he calls before leaving the room.

I huff as I get up and change, throwing a spare pair of underwear into my small bag before joining him in the kitchen. When I walk in, he grins and grabs a few bags off the counter before walking out the front door. I follow behind him, curious about what he has planned for the day.

Outside, he leads me in the direction of the barn where the horses are kept. I look down at my shoes and wonder if I can ride without boots. I look at Grayson, and he’s wearing jeans and riding boots, despite the warm weather. I hurry to catch up with him.

“Can I ride with this?” I ask.

He looks at me and smiles. “I thought today, you’d ride with me.”

My cheeks flush at the thought of being pressed up against him for God knows how long on the back of a horse. I nod, and his smile grows.

He pulls the barn door open, and there are few people inside tending to a couple of the horses. Grayson walks up to one of the animals, running his hand gently over her snout, and she whinnies at him softly.

“Hannah, this is Rosetta. Rosetta, this is Hannah.”

I walk up beside him and cautiously reach a hand out and pet her the same way Grayson did. She doesn’t give me the same happy whinny she gave Grayson. I feel her watching me like she’s judging me. Grayson chuckles beside me. I give him a little shove, and he laughs harder as Rosetta kicks her head up and walks in place.

I glare at him, and he walks up behind me and wraps his arm around my waist and settles his chin on my shoulder. He reaches out and pets Rosetta again. “It’s okay, girl. Hannah’s a good one.”

She calms a bit, and Grayson kisses my temple before grabbing a saddle and getting Rosetta set. When it’s all secure, he puts his backpack on, puts his foot in the stirrup, and lifts himself, throwing his other leg over her back. He does it with such grace you wouldn’t be able to tell he’s lived almost the last decade in the city. When he’s on, he removes the bag, settling it in front of him before offering me his hand and removing his foot from the stirrup.

My eyes bounce between his outstretched hand and the piece of metal.

“Come on, Spitfire. I’ve got you.”

I roll my eyes and carefully place my foot in the stirrup and grab his hand. I count to three in my head and bounce on each count before tightening my grip on his hand and pulling myself up. I miss getting my leg over Rosetta and land back on the ground. I huff out a breath.

Grayson squeezes my hand, and I look at him. His face is full of reassurance.

“You’ve got this. Take a deep breath. Swing your free leg when you’re halfway up.”

I nod and take a deep breath, my nose filling with the smell of hay and dirt. Releasing the breath, I try again. This time, Imanage to get my leg over and wrap my arms around Grayson’s waist.

“Good. You’re gonna need to sit as close to me as possible, and don’t squeeze your legs. I’ll guide Rosetta, but she’s a good one, she’ll get us there in one piece.”

I shuffle forward a bit, and he passes me the backpack to put on. His strong thighs squeeze, and Rosetta begins moving at an easy pace. When we exit the barn, the warm summer air hits my skin as a small breeze comes through carrying the scent of the nearby wildflowers. Grayson leads us towards the tree line, but in a direction he didn’t take us on the tour of the property. As we get closer to the trees, I see a worn, narrow path. It looks like it’s only wide enough for a single horse or two people to walk side-by-side.

We ride in silence, the only noise the birds singing in the trees and the wind in the branches. It’s weird to be comfortable in silence with Grayson. I used to hate it. It made my skin itch, and I’d fill the void with anything and everything, needing it as a distraction. But over time, I’ve found that I haven’t needed to do that anymore.

After about thirty minutes, the sound of fast rushing water hits my ears, and the air becomes misty, water sticking to my skin. We continue riding, and when we come through the last few trees, I gasp as I take in the sight in front of me. Water cascades down rocks, forming a pond below that funnels into a stream surrounded by a small patch of green grass. Smaller falls are on each side of the large one in the centre. The trees above open enough to allow the sun to shine through them and reflect off the water. My smile is so large my cheeks hurt.

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