Page 66 of Grim

“Oh? And what’s that?”

“You’re a good man.” I curled into the pillow. “You can deny it all you want, but I see it. I know.”

“Yeah, you’re definitely toasted.” He chuckled softly. “Hang tight. I’ll be back in a sec with that water.”

I didn’t respond.

I was too out of it. A few minutes later, Lawson returned with some water and Tylenol. I quickly took them and laid back down on my pillow. I let out a comforted breath and gave in to my drunken state.

The next morning, I woke to the feeling of Lawson’s body hovering over me. I started to stir, and he used the opportunity to drop his hands to the hem of my t-shirt and ease it up, slipping it over my head. “Good morning, beautiful.”

“Mm-mm.”

“How you feeling?”

His warm tongue raked over my nipple, and I arched my back towards him as I answered, “Better now.”

“You sure?”

“Absolutely.”

I loved how his touch made my entire body tingle. The man had a skill for turning me on in a way no one ever had before, and just a simple flick of his tongue had pleasure surging through me. Ever so slowly, he started to work his way down my abdomen, kissing and nipping along the way, making me gasp with anticipation.

As he got closer, I let my legs fall open, giving him access to everything he wanted. I ran my fingers through his hair and closed my eyes as I waited for him to touch me. My muscles tensed and my breathing quickened as he hovered over me, using only the heat of his breath to caress me. His fingers softly swept across my inner thighs, teasing me as they drifted closer. I tried to contain myself, but it was all too much.

“Lawson,” I muttered as I inched my hips forward, urging him on.

He took the hint, and a shock of pleasure rushed through me as the flat of his tongue brushed hard against my clit. His touch was firm and demanding like a man possessed, and it felt so damn good—better than I remembered.

As his warm, wet mouth clamped down around me, jolts of pleasure surged through me. I was barely able to take a breath when two of his fingers drove inside me, twisting and turning as he dragged them across my G-spot. With each swirl of his tongue and flick of his finger, he brought me closer and closer to the edge, and it wouldn’t be long before those euphoric, tingling sensations took over my body.

“Oh, God,” I panted as his tongue raked against me, I felt the storm of pleasure brewing inside of me. My hips jerked forward as my body clenched tightly around his fingers. After a few more grazes of his tongue, my orgasm took hold. My fingers tangled in his hair as I held his head shamelessly in place while he continued to tease me relentlessly, intensifying my orgasm.

I was still fighting to catch my breath when suddenly Lawson stood up and removed the rest of his clothes, grabbed a condom, and slipped it on. Gazing at his perfectly sculpted body made me writhe with anticipation. I wanted him, all of him, and I didn’t want to wait a moment longer. My voice was filled with angst as I pleaded, “Lawson.”

His eyes never left mine as he eased back onto the bed and centered himself at my entrance. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him to me, and wound my arms around his neck. His body felt so good against mine, and I shuddered when his cock brushed against my clit. Every touch was like a spark igniting a flame, causing my entire body to burn with desire.

I needed him and gasped with relief as he finally slid inside me. I was in absolute heaven, and he was just getting started. Each and every move was meticulously slow but forceful, making every nerve in my body tingle in ecstasy. Inch by inch, he drove deeper, claiming me in the most primal way.

“Fuck,” he groaned as I tightened around him. He ground his hips against me until he found that steady, hard pace. I met his every thrust with an eager jolt of my hips. Like poetry in motion, we moved together in perfect rhythm. He quickly began to drive faster, harder, slamming into me even more forcefully than he had before. With my head arched back against the pillow and my nails digging into his lower back, I could feel the pressure building.

“Yes! Don’t stop!” I moaned and writhed beneath him as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me.

“Fuck,” he growled as he watched me fall apart. “Nothing better than making you come.”

The sound of his body pounding against mine echoed throughout the room as his muscles tensed. With one final thrust, he came deep inside me. Exhausted, Lawson collapsed on top of me. He lay there for a moment, and I couldn’t get enough. I loved the feel of his weight covering my body.

He took a deep breath, releasing it slowly as he pulled away from me, tossed the condom in the trash, and lowered himself down onto the bed. I placed my hand on his chest and felt the rapid beating of his heart against my palm.

We lay there in silence, catching our breaths for several minutes before he finally turned to me and said, “You’re really something.”

“I was going to say the same about you.”

I nestled myself in the crook of his arm, and as I laid there relishing in the haze of my orgasmic release, I drifted back off to sleep. I don’t know how long I was out when I awoke to the sun shining directly into my eyes. I rolled over with a groan and was surprised to find that I was in the bed alone.

I was about to get up and go look for Lawson when I noticed there was a note on his pillow. I picked it up, and a smile crossed my face as I read:

Morning,

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