Page 91 of Pucking Grey

I sit up, staring into his eyes. “Then let me hear it.”

He laughs, taking a deep breath. “Maddie, like a puck to a net, I’ll always find my way to you.”

I smile, grabbing his face. My cheeks turn hot while my heart squeezes. “That was so romantic, Grey.”

He hides his head in the nape of my neck and laughs. It tickles, so I try to get him out of there. And then he presses his hips against me and the laughing ends as his lips crash against mine.

His fingers tickle my stomach as he says, “Are you sure?”

I nod as his fingers glide into my shorts. Instead of kissing me, he’s watching me closely. We stare at each other as his fingers slip into my underwear. I moan at the feel of him. He cups me, slowly feeling how wet I am.

“Maddie,” he groans, still staring at me. I’m panting from the feel of his fingers. “You’re so fucking wet.”

I nod, breathing air into my lungs because I might forget otherwise.

“Just for me?” he asks.

I nod again.

“Can I feel you?” I ask.

He nods, so I feel his abs. He takes his hand out of my shorts to take off his shirt. “Or should I keep this on?”

I smile, shaking my head. “Permission granted.”

He throws the shirt and I finally get to touch and explore him. He slips his fingers into his mouth.

I suck in a breath. “What are you doing?”

“Tasting you,” he confesses. “You taste good.”

I’ve never experienced anything like this in my entire life, and I’m frozen yet so on fire for him. That really turned me on, so now I’m shoving my hand down his pants. I grab the girth of his dick, and he’s so hard. He moans when I pull him towards me. The length and thickness of him makes this so much more exciting.

“Take these off,” I tug at his pants. Instead, he pulls my shirt and shorts off first. And then he steps out of his pants. My eyes get to see what I’m working with, and wow. He’s looking at me with those wanting eyes. I’m only in my underwear now, so I slip it off and add to the pile of clothes on the ground.

His eyes glaze over my body, inch by inch, and I hear my heart pounding in my ears. When his eyes lock with mine, I’m scared to know what he’s thinking. His expression is hard, yet I see the hesitation slip pass his features.

“Remember when I said,” he begins and the fear in his eyes makes me quiver.

I finish his sentence, “When you said that you would never sleep with me?” I sit up and whisper, looking up at him, “And look at you now.”

I think he’s shaking, so I grab his hand to calm his nerves. Yeah, he’s shaking.

“I’m sorry,” he says. “I’m a bad fucking liar.” His eyes roll at himself as his fingers grab my chin. “I really fucking want you, Maddie.”

I smile. “I want you, Grey.” We stare at each other, my heart no longer flooding my senses, and his hands no longer shaking. “Please show me how much you want me.”

He nods, and I love how sweet he’s being. He crawls over me as I reach the headboard and rest my head on the pillow. His eyes still haven’t left mine, and this is how I know he and I are right together. I don’t think I would have known this before, but right now I am at ease. My nerves are clearly from the excitement rumbling around my body. His eye contact speaks a thousand words, and I wish I could freeze this moment forever. It’s the moment I know that this is right. I could see myself doing this for a few lifetimes with him. And I know I’m not supposed to know this early in my twenties, but it just feels right. I feel it in my gut. I think he might be the one.

He kisses me, and his lips are like eating dessert for the first time. Soft, sweet, delicious. He doesn’t rush to get to the best part. Instead, he takes his time as his mouth devours my body.

“I wanted you the first day I saw you, Maddie,” he says as his breaths tickle my stomach. “Your blonde hair was down and the shirt you wore matched your eyes. You were wearing boots with shorts and your legs were showing.”

I smile, trying to think of what time he’s talking about. I can’t recall.

“I’ve wanted you every night you slept in my bed, but I told myself that it was never going to happen. And that kiss that night Matt punched me.” His fiery eyes are staring into mine as he hovers above me. “Was the hottest kiss of my entire life.”

I squeeze my thighs together as he looks down at my legs. He smirks, observing my face. Yeah, this is the hottest foreplay of my life. He’s working me up really good.

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