"I love it."
"Turn around, let me put it on for you."
When his fingers make contact with the soft skin behind my back, I shiver. He kisses me behind my ear and that familiar heat sparks between my legs. I turn to face him, watching his eyes as they watch me in return. I stretch onto the balls of my feet and kiss him softly. He rests his hands on my hips and I trace my hands up his chest until I reach the top button of his shirt. I start unbuttoning it, one button at a time, and look up to see understanding on his face. He knows what I'm asking for.
I push his shirt off and he grabs my wrists. "Are you sure? We don't have to if you -"
I cut him off by placing my finger over his lips. "Sshh," I whisper. "I want this. I want you."
He swallows hard and moves his hands to the hem of my shirt. He lifts it over my head and I hear his sharp intake of breath. He pops the button on my jeans open and slides them down my legs. I'm standing in front of him in nothing but my red lace ensemble and suddenly have the urge to cover myself up.
"Don’t," he says. "You are too beautiful to hide. I couldn't have dreamed you up if I tried."
His words shock me and with them, all the nerves I might've had are replaced by excitement. And desire.
I stay silent as I unbutton his jeans and watch him step out of them. He's only wearing his black Calvin Klein boxer briefs. It's impossible to miss how beautiful and God-like his body is. His muscles are toned and show off brute strength. The sight of him makes my mouth water.
He lifts me off the floor and I wrap my legs around his waist. He drops me onto the bed and hovers over me. "My beautiful girl," he murmurs. His term of endearment and the sincerity with which he says it are almost too much. They make me feel like the beautiful girl he sees.
He lowers himself onto me and I feel is hard length against my thigh. My physical need for him intensifies and I don't know how I waited this long to have him.
He reaches behind me and unclips my bra, sliding the straps down my arms. He kisses me deeply before trailing kisses down my throat, stopping between my breasts. "So beautiful," he whispers, his hot breath causing goosebumps to break out across my skin. He sucks my pebbled nipple into his mouth and I arch into him, craving more. His mouth lets go of my nipple, making that popping sound, and he moves to the other one, giving it the same attention. His free hand trails down my side and hooks my panties, pushing them down. His mouth leaves my body as he sits up to remove my panties the rest of the way. He kneels between my legs and lifts them so that my calves rest on his shoulders. My stomach clenches in anticipation of what he's going to do next, knowing it's something I've never experienced before.
When realization hits, I reach up to stop him but he pins my wrists to the bed. "Gray, no one's ever..." My words trail off. His eyes meet mine as he leans down and blows hot air over my wet flesh. Oh God. "You smell like vanilla. My favorite."
I want to hide my face but I'm too intrigued to look away. He slides his tongue through my slick folds and I buck off the bed. I wonder if now's the time to tell him I've never had an orgasm before but all coherent thought leaves my body when he sucks my clit into his mouth. There's an unfamiliar stirring in my belly that builds and builds. He let's go of my wrist and slips one finger inside me, his mouth never relenting the torturous work on my little bundle of nerves.
"Grays..." I moan, only half his name coming out of my mouth in a strangled whisper. I grab his hair and ride his mouth as he slips another finger inside. On the last stroke he curls both fingers up. The tiny movement makes everything explode around me. I scream his name as my release hits me, making me quiver almost violently. My arms and legs feel like jelly and I close my eyes, making an effort to calm my erratic breathing. He chuckles and I feel him get off the bed. He's only gone for a few seconds and when the bed dips under his weight again I open my eyes. I've never watched a guy roll on a condom before and something about it feels extremely intimate. I look at his hard, solid length and gasp. As if he can read my mind, Grayson settles over me and says, "I'll fit. You can take all of me."
He positions himself at my entrance and I grab onto his biceps. I pinch my eye's closed, waiting for his welcomed invasion of the most private part of myself. "Look at me," he whispers. "I want to see your face."
I open my eyes as he slides in, inch by excruciating inch. The feeling is unfamiliar but at the same time exquisite. He stretches me until I've taken all of him. I'm filled with him. He breathes heavily against my shoulder, "So tight," leaving his mouth in a rush. I trail my hands down his back, grabbing his bottom to encourage him to move, and wrap my legs around him.
"Gray," I almost choke out, "I need you."