Page 7 of Coming for His Second Chance
"I bet I could make you come in five minutes or less." His mesmerizing green eyes bore into mine.
I just laugh. Is this guy serious?
"Let me prove it to you." He says, his face stone cold serious.
Either I’m crazy, or I’ve had too much wine, because I’m actually considering this. It's been a really long time, since I've been with anyone, much less, a man who has given me an orgasm. Really, what do I have to lose, and I could get the big O from it.
That has to be the wine talking, but I find I don't care if it is or isn’t.
"Okay," I take him up on his dare, and his eyes widen in shock for just a fraction of a second, before he stands and takes my hand.
He guides me inside to the sitting room, overlooking the pool, and then to the chaise lounge.
Not sure what I’ll find, I look around.
"There’s no one here, but us,” he says, as he helps me remove my jacket and shoes.
The more clothes we remove, the more my nerves hit. Am I really going through with this? At least, I’ll have a good story to tell Dana, right?
Taking a deep breath, I sit on the lounge and pull off my leggings. The dress falls to my knees, so he won't see anything, but it still feels like I'm almost naked, anyway.
I get the leggings halfway down my legs, as Grayson falls to his knees in front of me and takes over, pulling them down my legs, and then tossing them on the floor. He walks over to me on his knees, leans in, and kisses me.
It's slow, passionate, and just what I needed to calm my nerves. As his lips move over mine, I relax more and more, until he pulls back and looks into my eyes.
"Ready?" He asks.
I nod, and then he lays me down on the chaise lounge and moves to sit in-between my legs. It's impossible to miss his erection, tenting his pants. It’s good to know that he's as turned on as I am. He's going to have no problem getting me to come fast.
He pulls out his phone.
"I'm setting a timer." He says, and then sets it on the ground next to us. "Ready?”
When I nod, he hits start on the timer and wastes no time, pulling my dress up. I left on my dark blue, lace panties. He runs his thumbs over them, before he pulls them off in a quick motion, and they join my leggings on the floor.
He leans over, pushing my sweater up to kiss the skin just below my belly button, and then his hands trail up my thighs, before his thumbs spread me open.
"Look how wet you are." He says, thrusting in one finger.
My back arches, and I want it deeper. He rests his other hand on my lower belly, holding me down, and then stretching his thumb around to play with my clit.
It feels so good, and so much better, then when I take care of myself. How is that possible? He adds in a second finger, before curling them forward, and the pleasure that shoots through me, is almost too much.
I scream out his name, and that causes him to pick up his pace. He presses harder on my clit, and it's all I need. My orgasm slams into me so hard, that when I scream, nothing comes out. I clamp down on his fingers, and I swear I hear him groan.
His hand that isn't inside of me reaches down, and he resets the timer on his phone.
"Again." He says, his voice gruff and scratchy.
I don't get to answer, before his mouth is on my already over sensitized clit. His fingers keep sliding in and out of me, hitting that perfect spot that no one has ever reached before. With each stroke from his fingers, he sucks harder on my clit, but it's when he starts using his tongue and playing with it, the pressure starts building.
I couldn't sit still, if my life depended on it, and I start thrashing around, chanting his name, before I fall over the edge, yet again. He licks up every drop, as I come harder than I did the first time.
When my body starts calming, he pulls my dress down, covering me, and then turns the timer off on his phone.
"Any doubts?" He asks me, his voice hoarse.
"No," I sigh.
