Page 87 of Keeping You

“I have something to show you,” I whisper in his ear before stepping away.

His eyes are molten lava as he looks at me. It’s my turn to smirk.

I turn around and make my way towards the bedroom, checking over my shoulder halfway there to ensure he’s following me.

When we’re in the bedroom, I have him take a seat in the chair in the corner. Facing him, I reach behind me for the zipper of my dress, slowly pulling it down, allowing the sound of the teeth coming apart to fill the room. Grayson’s chest rises faster as his breathing quickens. I’m holding my breath, knowing tonight is going to be one to remember.

When the zipper’s all the way down, I slowly push my dress off my left shoulder, allowing it to drop halfway down my arm and giving him a nice view of the red strap of my bra. I repeat theprocess with the other shoulder, this time letting the dress fall to the floor.

I feel so powerful standing in front of Grayson in nothing but the red lace demi-bra I picked out in Willow Valley, and the matching panties and garter belt set. Grayson grips his erection through his slacks, and I tisk.

“Now, Grayson, if you want to touch me tonight, you’re going to have to listen to me. Rule number one, no touching me or yourself without my consent.”

He removes his hand and nods. I purposefully walk towards him, stopping when I’m right in front of him, and bend over, placing my hands on the arms of the chair. His eyes dip to my breasts before returning to my eyes.

“Be a good boy and use your words. Tell me you understand, and I’ll reward you.” I grin.

“I understand,” he says, and it’s like he’s injected power straight into my veins.

“Good. I bought this just for you while we were in Willow Valley. I thought of you every time I tried on something new and lacey.”

“Fuck,” he groans, he eyes trailing over every inch of my body.

“I take it you like,” I say, leaning forward and brushing my lips along his jaw.

“Very much.”

“I’m glad. Now help me take off my bra.”

He reaches behind me, and his hands quickly find the clasps, undoing them. My bra falls forward and down my arms, until it’s lying in his lap and around my wrists. I stand and drop the bra on the floor beside him. I slowly remove my garter belt and panties, leaving them with my bra before turning around and moving to the bed, positioning myself so Grayson has a perfect view of me.

“You enjoyed watching me last time, didn’t you?” I ask, as I reach into the nightstand drawer.

“Yes,” he groans, probably knowing exactly what I’m going to do.

Grabbing what I’m looking for, I plant my heels on the bed and spread my legs, giving Grayson a good look at just how wet I am. He groans as I turn the vibrator on. It’s the same one I used that day in the field, and I know he notices, because a whispered, “Fucking hell,” escapes him. I trail it over my breasts, recreating that moment. Everything I did that day. Every movement, but this time, I say his name louder. I want him to hear his name on my lips as I come. I want him to know he’s who I’m thinking of.

I’m panting after my orgasm tears through me. When I’ve come down enough that I know I’ll be able to walk, I push off the bed and approach him.

“Open,” I say, and his jaw drops immediately.

I place the vibrator on his bottom lip. “Clean this off like a good boy, and I’ll let you eat dessert again.”

He holds eye contact as he cleans every last drop of my cum off the toy. When it’s clean, I grab his hand and pull him from the chair and lead him to the bed. I climb on and drop the toy at my side.

“Strip,” I command.

He does as he’s told but takes his sweet fucking time exposing each inch of skin as he slowly undoes the buttons of his shirt. When his hands reach for his belt, I put a foot out, stopping his movements.

“I’ve been patient, but don’t test me. Now, take them off nice and fast or you’ll be punished.”

I watch the wheels turn in his head as he decides if he wants me to punish him. I see the moment he decides to do as he’s told, and his pants and boxer briefs are on the floor in seconds. My foot returns to the bed, and he drops to the floor. As he leansforward, I close my legs, and he looks up at me. I stare, waiting for him to ask.

“Spitfire, can I eat you pretty pussy now?’

My legs drop to the side in response, and he grins. He leans forward, and his tongue works through me leisurely. He repeats the movement, like he’s savouring me. It reminds me of when you have the last portion of your favourite food and you take your time with it, not wanting it to be gone.

I buck my hips, and he hums against me. I’m hovering on the edge. I need to come. When he goes to tease his tongue on my clit, I grip his hair and hold on tightly. He gets the hint and sucks my clit into his mouth, sending me flying. I come, his name on my lips as my muscles spasm. He stands, grinning between my now-limp legs that hang off the edge of the bed. I shuffle back and give him acome heremotion with my finger, and he follows me.

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