“Oh, no,” I gasped, as I threw my head back and sank into the hay.
His tongue worked miracles on my clit, carefully covering every fold of skin with his saliva. I’d had so many orgasms, but as he continued to run his tongue over me, I felt another one begin to surge up inside me. I couldn’t believe it.
Did Grant know I was no longer engaged to Rob? He couldn’t possibly, but I knew he didn’t think I’d do this if I was still in a relationship with someone else.
My mind went blank and I could no longer think about it. Grant’s tongue was inside my vagina again, even though he’d just orgasmed inside me. Wasn’t he afraid of tasting himself? I felt self-conscious about it for a second, before deciding that it was actually incredibly hot that he was willing to risk that, just to give me one more orgasm.
As his tongue wandered down, beneath my vagina, I braced myself for what I knew was coming. His tongue just touched my asshole at first, then returned to my *. But before long, he had me tilted back with his arms so that he could run his tongue all over my asshole.
“Grant,” I gasped, “what are you doing?”
But instead of answering, he just pushed his thumb gently into my wet * as his tongue continued to run in circles all over my asshole.
I was embarrassed, no mortified, but that wasn’t going to save me. I’m almost embarrassed to admit it, but it felt so good. I squirmed as his finger made a beckoning motion in my *, and his tongue licked my asshole.
Before I knew it, I was orgasming again. It was too much. The pleasure built up like a flood behind a dam, and then suddenly burst, pouring through every nerve in my body.
“Grant,” I cried, and he planted his mouth over my clit and sucked it hard.
I almost passed out from pleasure.
Afterwards, he lay with me in the hay. I was wrapped in his strong arms again. He was my home, and I never wanted to be away from him for as long as I lived.
He put his hand on my tummy and I knew I had to tell him about the baby. It was crazy. We were actually having a baby together. But what if he didn’t want a baby? What would I do if he said he didn’t want it? I’d die.
Then I thought about those letters I’d found. I looked up at the beam above us. They said that Grant loved me. He wanted everything with me, a family, a marriage, the whole deal. I sighed.
“You all right?” he asked.
I muzzled my face against his neck. It felt so good.
“There’s something I have to tell you,” I said.
“What is it?”
“It’s something very important.”
“Very important?”
“Yes.”
He kissed me on the forehead and it was so tender, so affectionate, it almost made me cry.
“Well, what is it?”
I was about to tell him. I was about to say it, when something stopped me. I thought back to all the things I’d heard Grant say about marriage and commitment. It wasn’t for him. He’d never let himself get tied down. The words were right there on the tip of my tongue, just waiting to be spoken, but I chickened out.
“Remember you told me that you masturbated to my photos, when we were younger?”
“Of course,” he said.
“Well, I have a confession of my own to make.”
“What is it?”
“The first time I ever brought myself to orgasm, I was watching you from my bedroom window.”
“What?”
“Yes, sir. You were right outside this barn, hosing yourself down after a hot, sweaty day on the vineyard.”
“And you watched me?”
“Yes, I did.”
“You naughty little girl.”
I laughed.
“I ought to punish you for that.”
“No, please don’t. I don’t think I could take it.”
“Oh, you can’t tell me a thing like that and then expect to get away with it.”
“No, Grant, please.”
But it was too late. He was back on top of me, and judging from his rigid shaft, he was ready to give me another seeing to.
Chapter 41
Lacey
WHEN I WOKE THE NEXT MORNING, I couldn’t wipe the smile off my face. Grant had left early to see to some business. He said it was related to the job he’d done the night before. I made him let me change the bandage on his shoulder before he left.
After he was gone, I made some coffee, and then wondered if I was still allowed to drink coffee now that I was pregnant. I hadn’t read that chapter of my book for expectant mothers yet, but I knew they were always getting stricter with what was deemed good for the baby. I decided to just drink some hot water instead, until I had time to ask Faith about it. She’d know the answer.
I put my hand on my tummy and thought of Grant. What had we done? What had he meant when he said I was his girl now? Did it mean we were a couple? I never could tell with Grant. He seemed pretty clear about what he said and did in his life, but when it came to me, everything always got confused.
I had to find out what was going on. I had to get some clarity from Grant. I picked up my phone and dialed his number.
“Hi, Grant,” I said, shyly.
“Hi, Lacey.”
“Are you busy?”