Licking my lips, I gave a small nod. “Okay.”
“Liv, I—”
I cut him off with a passionate kiss. Words always got in the way. Tonight was mine. I wanted every moment to be ingrained in my memory, and talking certainly wasn’t a part of it.
Slowly opening my legs wider to accommodate him, his body shivered when his tip slid on top of my clit, sending warm tingles all over me. I felt its pulse, waiting adamant for my body.
Our noses touched and our mouths remained slightly open as we stared into each other’s eyes as we concentrated on the beauty of the friction. His eyes were intense, penetrating into my soul as he readied our bodies.
I clung on to him, wrapping my arms around his neck as he slid himself lower towards my opening, teasing and cajoling my entrance with the tip of his shaft. I felt its angry pressure, wanting to invade, wanting to break me open.
“Fuck, why can’t I go in?” He thrust one more time before he finally went into my wet channel, breaking my barrier at the same time. It evoked a sharp yelp from me.
He stilled, pushing up on his elbows as he eyed me fully. “Liv?” he asked in a strained voice—full of wonder. “Did I hurt you?”
He was throbbing halfway inside me, looking like he was being tested for restraint. I gladly appreciated that he had some control to pause, to stop and ask me if I was okay.
Apart from the ebbing pain, I felt great.Hefelt amazing. Glorious. Superb.
“Kiss me. Take me slowly this time.”
His eyes held questions while he wiped the tears that had been freed from the side of my face with the pad of his thumbs. He gently kissed the spots where it was still damp from my tears before staring into my eyes, disarming me with his intensity.
“I knew it was always going to be you.” He lightly kissed me. “It’s always been you.” He took my lips once more, never letting them go as he slowly made love to my body and soul.
He was gentle, but as our bodies demanded more, his pace gradually picked up, shattering us both as we moaned each other’s name.
I had never thought that the last part could be this profound, life-altering kind of experience where I felt him becoming one with me. In that moment, he was mine and I was his. I felt intense joy as I became awash with emotions while I held his spent body, him breathing heavily on my neck as he slowly kissed it.
“Thank you.”
I wanted to cry. His words, the ones he’d said earlier, held meaning; but I had nothing to say, so I kept my mouth shut.
We remained still for another minute or so before he finally decided to get up and clean himself. The dancing fire only illuminated his toned body as my eyes ate him up, blatantly admiring him without shame.
“Shit—anyone could walk in on us!” The thought had just dawned on me, making me panic as I eyed my clothes, ready to dash.
Greyson gave me his arresting smile. “Oh, now you worry? Calm down; I made sure I locked the door before coming down here.” He strode over to the washroom, running the water before coming back with a black hand towel.
“How did you know your actions were going to be successful this time?” I eyed him warily. Somehow the thought of him plotting to get into my pants cheapened the experience we’d both just shared.
He sat on the rug, facing me as he cupped my cheek, making sure I saw the truth in his eyes. “I’m guilty for always wanting you. You’ve known that almost all your life. You became this challenge—a dream—but never doubt that tonight has been special for me… because it has.” He waited for me to say something, but I looked away, feeling too much.
“Liv… I found traces of blood when I cleaned up.”
Still, I remained silent, staring at the fire.
“Are you on your period? Or is this what I think it is?”
I didn’t want to freak him out, yet either way, I knew I had to tell him the truth.
Flushing, I bit down on my lips, ready to face embarrassment. “I had my period last week.”
“Oh, wow.” He sounded shocked. “You mean?” He blew out a breath. “Yeah???”
Was he running out of words? Sounded like it. “Yeah.” I was, too, it seemed.
What did I do now? Just walking out of here? Shit.