Page 51 of Grayson

I meant every word I said to her and yet I still had so many more to say. I couldn’t never put into words just how she’s changed me. How she’s changed my way of thinking and the things I need and want.

She grabs hold of the hem of her shirt and it’s tossed to the floor before she leans in again and takes my mouth in another heated kiss.

When she starts to grind on my lap I bite at her lip and give a little tug, making her whimper.

The last few days have been a mess. For the first time I feel like I can breathe.

Kissing over my jaw, she continues on, placing kisses along the side of my neck. Nibbling and sucking over my collarbone I can feel my control slowly crumbling from her touch.

Without warning I grip her waist, lifting her to turn us both and lay her down on the couch. In a rush of movements we both remove our clothes watching the other as we toss them to the floor in a hurried pile.

When I lower my body to hers and shift my hips, I feel her wetness against me. Her own hips lift to chase me as I move away, only to shift once more and her back arches.

“I’ve missed us,” I confess, not only talking about the sex. I missed this calm her and I always seem to find whenever I’m with her. Even when we are sleeping side by side, or having a chaotic night with Tori, there is this calm that washes over me.

“Yes,” she sighs kissing me, “me too.”

Hooking my hip with one of her legs she digs her heels into my ass.

The moment I sink into her the both of us moan, and I have to take a minute to simply breathe.

Something is different. Something feels new and when I shift my hips again pulling back only to push inside of her a little deeper, I immediately know what it is.

“Condom.” I don’t want to stop. Damn it feels too good. I’ve never gone without, not once. I’m a stickler about protection, never leaving anything to chance. But damn this, it’s so fucking good. My hips continue to move, each thrust drags out a satisfied moan that falls from Skye’s lips.

“We should stop.” I know I should, though my body is screaming to keep moving.

Silk and warmth, an incredible combination making it hard to think straight.

Attempting to pull out she wraps her other leg around me and holds me tighter. “No,” Skye says sternly and I stare down at her. “Don’t stop.” She lifts her hips taking me in deeper and I can’t stop myself, I meet her movements with my own.

Each stroke feels better than the last.

“Pill,” she says in more of a moan. “I’m on the pill.”

I’ve heard those words before and they never mattered, but with her, it was all I needed to hear.

I stop trying to slow down, I stop fighting myself and give into the way it feels. Cupping her breasts kneading them as we move I dip my head and cover her nipple with my mouth. Sucking, biting, feeling her grow even wetter as we meet thrust for thrust.

I won’t pretend I am a saint, I’ve been with a lot of women, but this is different. With Skye it feels so real. I know it’s because emotions are involved. I know it’s because I’ve let her in.

I lay stretched out on the couch, the current news broadcasting on the television. Skye and I have been up for a few hours, after she woke me with kisses along my chest and moving lower until I’d seen stars.

What a perfect way to wake up in the morning with her mouth wrapped tightly around me.

We’ve made breakfast, and went for round two on the counter, now she’s cleaning up after kicking me out of the kitchen when I tried to help.

The sound of the front door opening has me sitting up a little straighter, ready to face Tori as she steps inside. Her entire body stiffens, her shoulders go back, her eyes narrow, and she purses her lips.

“Hey, Tori.” She rolls her eyes and looks toward the kitchen I’m sure searching for her sister.

When she steps further inside and closes the door behind her, I wait and watch and I’ll admit I might have even prayed a little.

Continuing past me where I still sit on the couch she speaks only to her sister. “I’ll be in my room until your company is gone.”

My stomach feels like it drops a little at the sounds of her heavy footsteps retreating.

“Tori,” Skye tries to stop her but she continues on, slamming her bedroom door behind her.

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