Page 107 of Fish out of Water
“Promise to bring them back?” I rocked into his wandering finger, moving against it.
“Swear to it.” His eyes locked onto me as I rubbed against him, unable to stop something that felt so damn good. “Take it, Jules. Take what you want.” Grant worked another finger into my panties, flattening them both together, making the drag against my clit wider.
More intense.
It was something I’d never been shy about.
Getting what I deserved.
I had the right to come as much as any man and intended to get my due.
Every fucking time.
“Christ.” Grant leaned forward, catching a nipple in his mouth, sucking it deep. The pull of his lips shot straight to my core, and I came almost instantly, riding that tiny bit of him.
Because apparently that’s all it took from him.
Two square inches of Grant was more than enough to get the job done.
His fingers shifted, moving to yank my panties to the side as he dug into his pocket. He seemed rushed.
Frantic.
His mouth raked over my shoulder and up my neck as he rolled the condom on. “You make me feel like I’m losing my mind, Jules.” His hand slid up my back, fingers wrapped around my shoulder as he pulled me closer. Holding me in place as his cock slid along my still-throbbing pussy. “I can’t get enough of you.”
The feeling was pretty mutual.
Grant wasn’t the only one feeling rushed.
Frantic.
I should be fine. Riding the high of an orgasm that was still ringing in my ears.
But I wanted more.
More of him.
More of what was happening between us.
I reached between us, gripping his dick as I sank down, the perfect stretch of his body into mine, rolling my eyes closed.
“Fucking perfect.” Grant moved with me, matching the pace I set, his lips covering every bit of me they could reach as I chased another release.
Because apparently Grant also made me greedy.
I was so close. Right on the edge, but unable to find my way over.
Grant banded both arms around my lower back, pulling me closer. Close enough it was almost impossible to move.
But only almost.
And now his body raked my clit with every tiny thrust he made up into me.
It was exactly what I needed.
I grabbed his hair, holding tight as I came for a second time, barely realizing he immediately followed, his low groan and the swell of his dick making me clench even tighter around him.
My face was smashed into the back cushion of the couch, just above Grant’s shoulder as I tried to catch my breath. “Holy fucking grail.”
