I felt him press his hard-on against my sex. My back arched into him. I wanted him inside of me. He brought his hand in between us, feeling me through the fabric of my shorts. My wetness had seeped through the material.
He removed himself from my neck and tasted me on his fingers all the while keeping eye contact with me.
“Fuck. You taste good, baby.” He licked his fingers again. “I’m going to need a full taste test.”
He removed himself from me and made light work of removing my shorts, leaving me in my thin cotton pajama top, which I tugged off my body.Grayson took a moment to marvel at my body, taking in every inch of my skin. His gaze had my skin heating.
He swiped at my wetness and, without warning, he plunged two fingers into me.
“Ah,” I moaned, as he pumped them into me. He brought me close to the edge before he ripped his hand away and stood up to his full height. He removed his trousers, releasing his long, hard erection.
He moved back on top of me and aligned himself with my entrance. I tried to move closer to him, but he stopped me.
“Look at me, Jade,” he whispered from above me.
I stared into his chocolate-brown eyes that had captivated me from the moment I had looked into them. At that moment, no one else but us existed. At that moment, we were the only two people in the whole world who mattered. At that moment, I heard everything he was trying to tell me with that one look.
He pushed into me slowly as we stared at each other with heated intensity.
We moaned in pleasure at the same time when he was balls-deep in me. I felt him everywhere. I felt our souls intertwine and our tether slowly began to return. The feeling was familiar and warm. I wanted to drown in it.
Home. That’s what it felt like to me.
Grayson started moving. He moved slowly at first. He would pull out and then slam into me. With each stroke, we moaned in pleasure. Then he picked up the pace, ramming into me.
I was trying my best to hold on, so he could get close to the edge, too.
“I’m close,” I huffed, fighting against my release.
“Open your eyes, Jade,” he ordered, still pumping into me, and I did as I was told.
We locked gazes again, and I saw everything behind his eyes. Every single wall was down, and he was letting me in.
With one last stroke, he pumped into me, and I unraveled. He followed closely behind. We rode our orgasms, relishing in the sweet ecstasy.
This felt nothing like a goodbye. There was no finality in it. This felt like a welcome home.