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“I’m going to ignore that sarcastic comment. I wanted to talk to you and tell you that I really like you. I am okay with you taking all the time that you need to make your decision on us. I think that a relationship with you is worth it, and I will wait as long as you need for you to make up your mind,” I say.
She turns to me, her big blue eyes staring into mine. She smiles at me suggestively before responding.
“I appreciate you being willing to wait. But, I’ve already made up my mind.”“And? What’s your decision?”
“You’re exactly what I want.”
Whitney leans forward and places her delicate lips on mine. The kiss is soft and sensual until she straddles my lap. She takes my bottom lip in between her teeth and pulls on it lightly, giving me her best fuck-me eyes. I can feel the hardening in my pants. Whitney raises an eyebrow as she reaches her hand down and strokes the risen area in my pants. My head tips back as I emit a noise of anticipation at her touch. She slowly slips between my legs, unzipping my pants at a torturously relaxed place. She looks up at me through her lashes and stops pulling them down halfway.
“Tell me what you want, Grayson.”
“I want to feel your mouth on my cock,” I tell her.
Her tongue pokes out between her lips as she pulls my briefs down to join my pants before pushing them both to the floor. She runs her tongue up my shaft and I shudder at the feeling.
She kisses my member gently before taking me in her mouth. Her mouth is so warm, and her pink lips look so perfect wrapped around me. I gather her long hair behind her head with my hands as she slowly starts bobbing up and down.
“Oh, Whitney,” I moan as she picks up the pace, pulling in her cheeks to make it feel even tighter. I can feel a crescendo building and I gently pull her mouth off.
“Forget about feeling your mouth. I want to be inside of you.”
She stands in front of me and I grip the button on her jeans. Slowly, I undo the button and pull the zipper down, making eye contact with her the entire time. I push them to the ground and kiss her over the top of her panties, causing her to gasp. Running my hands up her thighs, I take a moment to admire the shape of her hips and the soft quality of her skin. She’s truly the most beautiful woman I’ve ever touched.
I take the edge of her panties between my teeth and pull them down her legs, my nose swiping against her clit on the way down. She emits a small noise of surprise at the sensation. Leaning forward, I take my tongue and lick the center of her pleasure. The small shake from her body tells me to continue, so I diligently move my tongue against her clit faster and with more pressure. While I work her outside, I slip a finger into her.
“Oh!” she cries at the unexpected addition.
I hook my finger and rub it against the ribbed portion that I know will make her feel the best. I work her pleasure centers in tandem, my mouth and finger moving together to bring her to orgasm. I keep up the tempo as her body begins to shudder, telling me that she’s reached her release.
Once her legs are done trembling, she straddles me once again. She kisses first my lips, then my neck, before raising herself up and placing me at her entrance. She sinks down onto me, wiggling the entire way down.
“Oh, fuck,” I whisper as I feel her wetness all around me. She moves up and down, in full control of my pleasure. I grab her hips and grind her against me, making sure her clit moves against my pelvis.
It becomes a sexy competition, each one of us vying to make the other cum faster. She’s moving up and down on me, hard and fast, making little noises every time I grind her against me. It’s not long before her body starts to shudder, letting me know that I’m the victor of this round. I can feel her inside, tightening around me as the orgasm rocks her body. The increased pressure brings the orgasm out of me as well, and I release inside of Whitney, filling her with the bounty of our sex.
Chapter Eighteen
Whitney
Ihavemylaptopbalancing on my knees, researching various cross-country moving companies. Even if I decide to move away from Keene and settle here in San Francisco — which, if I’m being honest, I haven’t fully decided on yet — I would still have to spend a substantial amount of time in Keene to move my business, at least a week, if not more. I have so many documents to transfer, and I’d have to uproot and replant basically my entire office. It’s a good thing I didn’t end up leasing that office space on Main, like I originally wanted to. I guess that my indecisiveness can sometimes lead to better outcomes. Take that, Jared.
I’m terrified of going back to Keene, and not because I could potentially run into my ex. Well, not just because I could see Jared, although he does have something to do with it. The reason that I’m filled with such apprehension is that every time I would go away on a business trip, he would take the opportunity to cheat on me. And I’m away on business quite often, being an interior designer. I shudder at the thought of the number of women that ended up in bed with him. It seems outrageous to think that I didn’t find out about it until almost a year in, but he was a lot better at hiding things than I had thought. Jared definitely ruined my trust in men. I feel the pull of a sad twinge inside my chest, a sense of mourning for the trust I could have had with Grayson, if only Jared wasn’t such a piece of shit.
Groaning, I shove my head into my pillow. Grayson is not anything like Jared. I know that he would never cheat on me. Even if he wanted to, Penny would throw him into a lava pit if he did. Well, assuming we’d still be friends after she finds out that I’ve been lying to her for the better part of a year and some change. I recall how angry she was when I told her that Jared had cheated on me, the memory floating back to me clearly.
“He cheated on you? Does he know that he will never find another woman as good as you? That’s it, Parker and I are flying to Keene and we’re going to kick his ass into the sun,” she’d ranted through the phone. I could hear her softly padding down the hall in the background, indicating that I was on speakerphone. “Parker, book tickets to Keene. We have a man’s ass to kick.”
“No, Penny, Jared is so not worth the jail time. Honestly, I just want to move forward from this whole mess. It’s not like I’m going to get anything out of it. I definitely don’t want anything to do with him after he’s cheated on me so many times.”
“Please, Whitney. You don’t have to get anything out of your ex-boyfriend facing his just desserts. The reality is that people learn from the natural consequences that are caused by their actions. Because there were no natural repercussions for Jared cheating on you, that means that somebody has to step in and give him some man-made ones.”
I laughed at Penny’s thought process. She took more than a couple of psychology courses when we were in college, and I can only imagine that’s where she got the idea for natural consequences and whatnot.
It took a lot of convincing, and getting Parker on my side to finally calm her down, but I think that’s when her scheme to get me to San Francisco was born. She’d brought it up only a few short weeks later when I was complaining that I kept running into Jared everywhere, since Keene is smaller than a sugar bowl.
I sit up in bed, remembering the conversation I’d previously had with Penny about not letting Jared have power over my life. Grayson is nothing like Jared, and he would never cheat on me. If we’re pursuing a relationship, which I believe we are, then I owe it not only to him, but also to myself to give this relationship a true and honest shot.
Maybe it’s time to talk to Penny about the possibility of my moving here. She would be ecstatic to be the first to know, and honestly, my best friend deserves the honor over anyone else, Grayson included.
