“I don’t like lying to my dad. It hurts my heart.”
“I know, baby girl. Tell me what you need. I’ll do it.” His determined words reached deep into my soul. I believed he would do anything, just as I would do for him.
Overwhelmed by his warmth and strength, I whispered, “Make love to me, Grayson. You’re all I need.”
9
Grayson
“MAKE LOVE TO me, Grayson. You’re all I need,” she whispered, lifting her chin. The wanting in her light-green eyes rendered me speechless. In some ways, she was the innocent girl I’d played board games with on Sunday afternoons. She kicked my ass at all of them. Then I taught her to play poker, thinking I’d show her who was boss. But no. She showed me I didn’t know shit.
Gillian had confided in me a year after her mom, Alyssa, died. She’d cried in my arms, telling me how she was afraid of her dad dying during a house fire. I’d promised to take care of her and Billy if it ever happened. After that day, she seemed happier and at peace. Like the weight of the world had been lifted off her shoulders.
She needed me again. Wanted me to make love to her.
I’d happily worship her body all night long. Calm her fears as I did nearly a decade ago.
I cradled her beautiful face in my hands and lowered my lips to hers. I kissed her softly, breathing in her sweetness. Reaching my arms down, I lifted her into my arms like a groom would carry his bride over the threshold. In a way, it was sort of like that for me. Gillian meant more to me than I could ever express.
More than Lucy back in high school. I now understood the difference between young, naïve love and mature love. What I felt for Gillian could span the globe in depth and vast plains. From the earth to outer space. All these years, I’d let Lucy’s lies and betrayal cripple my heart. It’d made me doubt and distrust women.
But all it took was this woman to heal the broken in me and breathe happiness and hope for the future into my lungs.
Over the threshold, I took her to my bed, where we’d consummate our relationship.
But first… “Are you sure you want to do this?” If she changed her mind, I wouldn’t pressure her. If she walked away, it would destroy me, but I’d let her go.
She raised her arms above her head. No words. Just a radiant smile and a nod.
I lifted her dress. My heart raced as if it were my first time having sex too. It was some crazy shit the way she excited me. How she made me nervous as hell. Afraid to disappoint her.
It was like Gillian could finally be my everything.
Christ, she was so beautiful and vibrant. “Baby girl, you make me breathless just looking at you.” I reached behind her to unhook her pretty lace bra. Her gaze locked onto mine as she let it fall to the floor. My chest tightened as I admired her flawless skin and pebbled nipples.
“You’re making me tremble. I expected you to ravage me in sixty seconds flat.” Goose bumps covered her arms as she shook, and a red flush spread down her neck and across the tops of her breasts.
“Oh no, sweetheart.” I filled my large hands with her tits, grazing my thumbs over her dusky-rose nipples. “I’m taking my time with you.” Or as much as my aching cock would allow.
She exhaled an aroused breath. “I didn’t take you for slow and sweet when it came to sex.”
I leveled my eyes on hers. “You’re not just sex, baby girl.” I lowered my mouth and drew on her, sucking firmly but slowly.
I didn’t want to talk about my past. None of it mattered to me. It was like I’d been in “the zone” with other women. I didn’t think or feel. My actions were totally robotic with one purpose: to fuck.
Her fingers gripped my head as she arched her back, pressing her perfect tit into my mouth. “I don’t want to know… about them.” Her nails pricked my scalp.
I released her with a pop. “Lie down on your back.” I ripped my shirt off, then tugged off my shorts and boxers. I needed inside her now so I could own her forever.
The lust in her eyes seared my skin as she dropped them to my saluting cock. They widened as she bit her bottom lip. “Um… You’re sort of huge, Grayson. Will it fit?”
I smirked, brushing my finger across the waistband of her lace panties. She killed me with kindness and understanding. Always had. Not sure why I hadn’t paid closer attention to her compliments or the awe in her eyes when she stared at me… like now.
“It’ll fit. Your sweet little pussy will mold to me.” I slipped her panties off her legs. They were white like her bra. Pretty and delicate, just like her.
“Okay.”
So damn trusting. My sweet baby girl showed no fear, only desire, as she spread her legs for me. I kissed her pussy, licking across her heat. She dropped her head back and moaned the sweetest sounds I’d ever heard. I could listen to her like this for the rest of my life.