Page 62 of Losing Forever
I could come from his kisses. I could marry him for them, and I'm not marriage material. But I would if it meant kissing his lips every day for the rest of my life.
Breathing heavily, Grayson shoves my bra under my breasts. He presses his thumb over my nipple, making small circles, then pinches the tight bud.
I squeal, but he covers my mouth with a kiss, smothering the sound. His fingers continue pinching my nipples and then he flicks each. The light sting sends desire and heat to my core.
“Grayson,” I pant. “This is going to be loud.”
“Shh.” He kisses me and repeats the same pinch-flick routine.
I moan into his mouth.
He leaves too quickly, his lips sliding down my body to my breasts. He licks and sucks my nipple, occasionally taking it into his teeth. I almost orgasm.
“Grayson, please. I need you in me now. Now. I'm so ready. Please, no more waiting.” I wriggle and twist, trying to free my hands so I can undo his pants and force him inside me if I have to.
He chuckles. “Patience, sweet one. You asked for this. And I promise I will deliver.”
“Someone could knock. We need to hurry. Just get in me already.”
He unbuttons and unzips my jeans, then slides them down. They're too tight and there isn't enough room for me to take them off or even my shoes.
“What now?”
Grayson turns me around to face the door. He moves the napkin, the clean side up, onto the closed toilet seat.
I watch over my shoulder as he frees himself and sits on the protective barrier of the napkin.
Then he pulls me onto his lap. His erection presses against my backside. I'm so wet, so ready to be filled.
Instead of giving me what I want, he scoops my hair over one shoulder and kisses my neck, trailing a path to my back. “You smell good enough to eat.”
I wiggle on his lap.
He takes my shoulders and tugs them back, forcing my breasts forward. “Stay like this for me.” He nips my earlobe with his teeth. Keeping me waiting, he massages and teases my nipples.
I can't breathe. I can't do anything but feel. “Grayson,please.” I lift up, seeking his penis, needing it inside me. “If you don't stick it in me, I'll scream.”
“Oh, you will scream. And I want to hear my name.”
“Yes. Fine. Whatever you want. Just please give it to me now.”
His hand cups me down there. He runs a finger over my clit and wedges it inside me. Yes. God yes, but I want more. I need more.
“So wet for me. I like that, Braylee. You know what else I like?” He removes his finger and sucks it into his mouth. “Your taste. Sweet as honey.”
I gasp. How is that a turn-on? Now I want his mouth on me, too. “Grayson?” I writhe, bounce, and even go as far as leaning forward to try to get him inside me.
He pulls me back, holding me to him, his hand at the base of my neck. His other hand is on my clit, working me into a frenzy. “I love how turned on you are. I love how hot you make me. I'm going to fuck you fast and hard now. I can't wait another second. Try to be quiet.”
Quiet?I can't even hear over my freight train breathing.Quietleft long ago.
He lifts me up. The head of his erection brushes my entrance. Then he slams me down onto him, filling and stretching me in the most wonderful way.
I scream, but he covers my mouth with his hand. Again, he holds me to him, pinning me in place, his hand still over my mouth.
He pulls out and slams back into me. His other hand moves to my sensitive spot, making circles as he pumps into me so fast. My insides clench, trying to hold him inside me each time that part of him leaves.
Oh, God.Desire consumes me. His thick cock shoves in and out, making me hotter and tighter. The pressure builds in my core, and I want this orgasm more than I want air to breathe. I don't even know if I'm breathing, only that I’m filled and so close to the orgasm of a lifetime.
