His touch inflamed her. Her hips arched, seeking the magic of his fingers, needing them inside her. And when he slid them into her, she cried out from the deepest pleasure.
This wasn’t her touching herself. It was Grant, his fingers smooth and sure as he pumped inside of her, as if he knew just what to do. She’d never felt anything like it, a sweet pressure that filled her. And with every thrust of his coaxing fingers, he pressed the heel of his hand against her clit. It felt like the Fourth of July across her sex, and she was the fireworks ready to explode.
No man had ever made her come before. She’d had plenty of orgasms, all self-induced. Always alone, creating fantasies in her head of what this might be like. And now, Grant brushed his thumb over the knotted bud and she was ready to go off.
“Let go,” he whispered against her ear. “Relax and let go. I’ll be right here.”
It seemed so easy. She knew her own body so well, she could get herself off in a few minutes. But this was new, and so intimate. He lay against her, touching her in such a familiar way, watching her as she helplessly drew ever closer to a release she wanted so damn bad it made her entire body shake.
She finally grabbed hold of his wrist, needing to take some control back.
“Here?” he asked, going where she led him, changing the pace and making it faster. “Like this?”
“Yes. Oh, yes,” she said, her voice ragged and breathless. She focused on his hands, on her body’s reaction, and let go.
Her orgasm rushed through her, as out of control as the ever-changing winds. It knocked her senseless. Grant took her mouth in a kiss, deepening every sensation, connecting her to him, not just the orgasm. She wrapped her hand around his neck and held on for dear life as she trembled with the force of it, tuned in to his mouth and his tongue and the way his hands and fingers continued to move over her. She quaked, endlessly, as her orgasm wracked her, seemingly going on forever.
Finally, she came down. He’d gentled his movements, but he was still connected to her, his fingers still inside of her.
She shuddered at the intimacy of it. And when he broke the kiss, his gaze met hers and she smiled up at him.
“Well, that was good.”
He laughed. “Just good?”
“Okay. Really good.”
“It’ll get better. I’m shooting for great. Awesome. Amazing.”
She loved that he was so easy about this, that he made her feel no embarrassment. “I like a goal-oriented man.”
He slid off the bed “I’m going to get us something to drink. Then I’ll be back to show you just how goal oriented I can be.”
She shook her head, but the smile had yet to leave her face.
Technically, she supposed she was still in virgin territory, but with Grant, she felt assured that was going to be taken care of soon enough.
He’d made her feel so good about herself, and hadn’t made fun of her for being a twenty-seven-year-old virgin. So many men would have backed off, or run like hell, not wanting to waste time with an inexperienced woman.
Not that she was all that inexperienced. With men, definitely. With sex—well, she was a reader. She knew a lot about sex. And she watched plenty of movies. It wasn’t like she was completely in the dark. She only needed some practical application.
As Grant walked back into the room, she couldn’t help but notice his erection.
He had two glasses of ice water, and he looked down at his cock, where her attention had been riveted.
He grinned. “I was thinking about you when I was in the kitchen.”
She turned on her side to face him. “You were? And what were you thinking?”
He set the glasses on the nightstand, then climbed on the bed. “About how lucky I am to be with you.”
She hadn’t anticipated that. “You’re lucky to be with me.”
“Sure.” He laid his hand on her hip. “You could have chosen any man to be the first man to be with. You chose me. Now I get to teach you all the fun stuff. That makes me a very lucky guy.”
“Not every man would think that.”
He frowned. “Why not?”
“While you were off getting us drinks, I was thinking that some guys would have run in the opposite direction when faced with a virgin.”
He grunted. “Oh, come on. It’s not the fucking dark ages anymore. Now if you and I were sixteen or something, then yeah, we’d be having a different conversation right now. But you’re a very smart, very adult woman who knows exactly what she wants in the way of sex. And what she doesn’t want.”
She liked that he put the decision making in her hands. And he called her smart, not for the first time. She liked that about him as well.
“Thank you for realizing I’m capable of making sound decisions.”
“Of course you are. You chose me after all.”
She laughed. “Yes, well, I chose you for a night of hot sex. It’s not like we’re dating. Or getting married. Or anything like that.”
He gave her a sad look. “What? But all those promises you made to me.”