“I want you to have the best,” he said.
“Well, you certainly know how to spoil a girl.”
Our eyes met, and it was like the restraint we’d both shown all day shook with a seismic crack. Something changed in his eyes, and I felt my chest constrict.
“I’ve been wanting to do this all day,” he said, closing the distance between us in two quick steps.
His lips were on mine before I could react. The kiss wasn’t slow at first like the others had been. It was hungry and intense all at once. I kissed him back, unleashing the walled-up pressure I’d been holding in all day. It felt so good it was frightening. I couldn’t control myself as my hands tore at his clothes.
He put his palm between my legs, groaning with relief as he cupped my sex. I felt the warmth of my arousal against him and he dragged a taunting finger against me, circling in just the right place.
I clenched all over, gripping the back of his neck for support while he pulled my panties aside and fucked me with his fingers.
“Oh God, Greyson,” I gasped into his shoulder.
“You’re so fucking tight,” he hissed.
He made me feel different than I’d ever felt. He made me feel sexy and free when we were like this. I wanted to be something more than I was–someone flirty and confident. When he looked at me like this, I felt invincible, and the sensation was addicting.
I was already inches from climaxing on his hand, but an urge overcame me. I wanted to feel him in my mouth. I met his eyes, smiling at the hungry light in them. I kissed his shoulder, then down his chest as the trimmed hairs there tickled my lips. I kissed down and down until I had to kneel. He was forced to pull his hand from between my legs. He leaned back and sighed with anticipation when he realized what I was doing.
I tugged his belt free while locking eyes with him. “I want to taste your cock,” I said. I absolutely wasn’t a dirty talker, but I’d loved the effect my words had on him the other night.
His muscles tensed and his mouth hung slightly open.
I pulled his pants down and freed his big, beautiful cock from his pants. It seemed even bigger up close, but I didn’t wait. I took it in one hand and slid the tip into my mouth. I circled it with my tongue while pumping my fist. I couldn’t get enough of the sight of his enjoyment as I looked up and watched his face.
After only a minute passed, he took my short hair in his fist. “I want to fuck your mouth.”
I hesitated, then nodded and braced myself.
He started slow at first, holding me by the hair hard while he guided himself in and out of my mouth. He angled himself so he didn’t make me gag, then his pace increased. I kept my fist tight around him and focused on the feeling of him sliding in and out of my lips.
I could get drunk on the feeling of watching his pleasure. His forehead was scrunched together in focus, like he was trying not to climax. I grinned as an idea struck me. Trying to save it, are you?
I squeezed my hand tighter and angled my head so he could push himself deeper in my mouth. I lapped my tongue against him as best I could while he gripped my hair and fucked my face. I took one hand and cupped his balls, massaging them for only a few seconds before he tried to pull himself out of my mouth.
“Fuck, you’re going to make me come.”
“Good,” I said, inching closer and taking him back between my lips. I bobbed my head up and down him a few times and then felt the pulse of his release and the warm rush. Before I knew what I was doing, I took one big gulping swallow and looked up at him, smiling as I felt a little of his release at the corner of my mouth. I wiped it with my thumb and then sucked it clean, not taking my eyes from his.
“Goddamn,” he hissed. “You’re so fucking sexy.”
I wiggled my eyebrows. “Was that good?”
“Good? It was incredible. Now it’s your turn.”
I smiled and let him lift me up on the counter. He pushed up my skirt and pulled my panties down. He practically attacked my pussy with his mouth. All I could do was throw my head back and moan in pure ecstasy. I could get used to this. Very used to this.
“You’re sure it’s okay that I’m still here?” I asked. Zack was due back with the kids soon and we wrapped up our little session together half an hour ago. Greyson had taken me with his mouth, then brought me to the shower to clean up. He’d bent me over and taken me again before we even made it to the soap.