Page 52 of Losing Forever
“Beautiful,” Grayson whispers across my hip bone, his lips trailing kisses. He sweeps his nose down to my pubic area and the small strip of curls.
“I'm thinking of shaving them off,” I murmur, then moan when his hands slide up the backs of my thighs. My muscles quiver. I'm drenched, ready for him to give me what I need.
“Shaving these?” He kisses the curls.
“Yes.” I can't stop squirming, desperate for his touch. “Grayson, please.”
“I know, baby. I know. You just throw me when you say stuff like that. It's so fucking hot. You’re so fucking sexy. I can't believe we're here, doing this.” He curses and clutches my backside. “I don't know if this will ever be enough.”
Before I can ask what he means, he pushes my legs apart and licks my core. Oh, God. I throw out my arms to grab something—anything—fearing my legs will give out.
This isn't my first time experiencing this, but I never remember liking it. I never understood how a girl could. Now, I know your partner makes all the difference.
Grayson licks and licks, then sucks on my sensitive bud before starting the process over again. Lick, lick, suck. My insides clench and relax as my lungs struggle to pull in enough air. Desire consumes me, like flames of pleasure, burning its way up my skin.
My only thoughts aremore, more, please more. I sense it, the pressure and promise of blissful release. So close. I'm riding his face, possibly sitting on it because I can't feel my legs. My left hand clings to the towel bar while my right one holds the back of his head. “If you stop, I'll die,” I murmur, not even sure I'm making sense.
He lets out a muffled laugh. “Baby, you couldn't stop me if you tried.”
The next thing I know, he's sitting on the floor and taking me with him, pulling me to sit on his face. This position—sixty-nine—I've never done before, but I'm too turned on to care. I want what was a breath away and is now fading.
“Put your knees on either side of my head. You can lie down if you want, suck me if you want, or just enjoy the ride. I promise you will.”
I get situated and lower my head until I'm eye level with his penis. It's even bigger up close and kind of beautiful. Smooth skin, fat veins, a perfect shaped head. Moisture glistens on the top.
I’m about to lick it when Grayson shoves his tongue inside me. I throw back my head and scream. “Yes. Oh, yes.”
“You like that?” he murmurs and does it again, this time adding his thumb into the mix and pressing my clit. The combination floods me with desire and need—so much need.
He continues using his mouth to get me off, his erection a breath away from my lips. In a fog of sensations, I don't know how I manage to direct my body to do anything more than feel, but I do. I latch onto the base of his penis and swirl my tongue around the head before drawing it into my mouth.
This time, Grayson bucks and groans. “Fuck, baby, yes. Take me deep if you can.”
Deep? I've only ever tried this once, and I wasn't that into it. I'm sure I was horrible. I want this to be good for Grayson, though.
Slowly, I slide my mouth down his thick shaft until it hits the back of my throat. My gag reflex kicks in and I pull back.
“It's okay. You…don't…have to.” He struggles to speak.
“I want to.” I try it again, taking him back, but not as far, and then releasing him.
“Yeah, baby. That's perfect.”
I do it again and again until we're both sucking and licking each other to a frantic rhythm. He tastes salty and sexual in a way I like.
Sweat slickens my skin as our bodies rock against each other. That pressure is back, only stronger. He eases a finger inside me and then two, pumping them in and out. I grind against him, not even caring if I'm hurting or smothering him.
“Grayson, I’m close. Do it, please. Give me my first orgasm. I want it. Please.” More breath comes out than words. I doubt he understands me.
His fingers move faster, harder, deeper, and his tongue is on my clit, licking and sucking and…biting?
I explode into a million particles. My body convulses as ecstasy tears through me, shattering my mind, my world, and I never want it to end. I scream and ride the waves of erotic bliss until I come down from the high.
Like the lady I am, I collapse on top of him, weak and sated. My cheek rests on his pelvis, my lips near his swollen erection.
When I catch my breath, the first thing I say is, “Thank you. That was so much better than I imagined. You are amazing. A god.”
“I've heard amazing before, but a god? You better be careful, or I might get a complex.”
