Page 67 of Forty, Flirty & Fake-ly Yours

"Is that what we're calling this?" I manage to ask, my body trembling as he brings me closer to the edge.

"Would you prefer a more technical term?" His hand moves faster, his fingers applying just the right amount of pressure. "I could create a spreadsheet of optimal morning activities..."

"If you start calculating anything right now, I'm leaving," I gasp, my body tensing as waves of pleasure wash over me.

His laugh vibrates against my skin, his fingers never stopping their relentless rhythm. "Noted.”

What follows is definitely not in any business agreement. I take a deep breath, the scent of him—a mix of cologne, soap, and Grayson—wafting over me.

“I’ll have you know that I’m much less focused on calculating, and more focused on us.” he murmurs, his lips brushing against mine. His hand slides down to my hip, pulling me closer. “And my focus is very thorough.”

Before I can respond, his mouth captures mine in a deep, passionate kiss. His tongue explores, teases, and claims, leaving me breathless and wanting more. I arch into him, feeling the hard planes of his chest and the growing erection making itself known between us.

His hands roam over my body, tracing the curves and dips with a familiarity that sends a wave of heat through me. He knows exactly where to touch, how to touch, to make me come. His fingers slip under the hem of his Stanford t-shirt I'm wearing, skimming over my bare skin, making me gasp.

"Grayson," I murmur, my voice a plea. He responds with a guttural groan, his hand moving higher, cupping my breast, his thumb circling my nipple until it hardens under his touch.

"You're so responsive," he whispers, the words full of gravel. "It drives me crazy."

I reach up, tangling my fingers in his hair, tugging him closer. Our kiss deepens, becoming more urgent, more demanding. His hand slides down, slipping between my legs, finding the heat and wetness that betrays my need for him.

"You're already so wet," he growls, his fingers stroking, teasing, driving me to the brink. "I love how ready you are for me."

I moan, my body bowing into his hands, craving more. He doesn't disappoint, his fingers slipping inside me, stroking, building the tension until I'm panting, desperate for release.

"Grayson, please," I beg, my voice a ragged whisper. He responds with a low chuckle, his thumb circling my clit, making my body bend and tremble.

“Please what, Rosalind?" he teases, his voice a low rumble. "Tell me what you want."

"You," I gasp, my skin humming. "I want you."

He growls, a primal sound that washes over me like a sensual wave. In one swift movement, he rolls me onto my back, his body covering mine. He kisses me deeply, passionately, before trailing kisses down my neck, my collarbone, my chest. He pauses at my breasts, lavishing attention on each one, his tongue and teeth tugging at every sensitive valley and peak.

His hands grip my hips, holding me in place as he continues his descent, kissing, licking, nipping at my skin. He nuzzles his nose into the nakedness below my hips, his eyesnever leaving mine. The intensity of his gaze, the raw hunger in his eyes, makes my heart race.

Gripping my thighs, he spreads them wide. His gorgeous face settles between my legs, his breath hot against my skin. "You're so beautiful, Rosalind”ind he murmurs, "I could spend hours just looking at you."

I blush, the heat spreading from my cheeks down to my chest. "Grayson…”

He smiles, a devious one that makes my heartbeat triple in time. "But I have other plans," he says. And with that, he lowers his head, his tongue finding my clit, circling, teasing, swerving in a maddening pattern over my pussy.

I gasp, my body arching off the couch, my hands gripping the cushions. He doesn't let up, his tongue and lips working magic, building the tension until I'm panting, gasping, peaking.

“Grayson," I moan.” Please."

He hums low against me, the vibration shooting my body even higher. He slips two fingers inside me, stroking, curling, sending me over the edge. I cry out, my body trembling, the orgasm crashing over me, leaving me breathless and shaking.

Grayson doesn't give me time to recover, his body covering mine, his mouth capturing mine in a deep, passionate kiss. I can taste myself on his lips, a heady, intoxicating mix that makes me wet all over again.

I reach down, my hands finding the waistband of his flannel pants, pushing them down, freeing his erection.

The sheer size of him is shocking, the tip of his thick dick plump and poised towards me in way that makes my mouth water where I lay. When he finally covers my body with his again, the hard length of his perfect dick pressing against my thigh, I groan.

"I need you, Roz,” he tells me, each syllable soaked in desperation. "Now."

I nod, my body aching with need. He reaches for another condom, quickly sheathing himself.

By the time he lines himself up between my shaking thighs, I’m about to implode. Then, with one swift thrust, he's inside me, filling me, stretching me. I gasp, my body adjusting to his size as he starts to move, his hips thrusting, his body claiming mine.

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