Page 59 of Sighs By the Sea

“That’s fine, Maggie.”

She winces. “Are you just saying that because you want me to play with your dick later?”

I burst out laughing. “You caught me,” I say with both hands raised. She laughs with me, and I take her hand to lead her to the living room. There’s a pile of clothes on one end of the couch that I didn’t want to bother with earlier. When I sit, I pull her down into my lap. “I trust you. This information, can it hurt me and George?”

Her head dips, and I have my answer. But I raise it up again with a gentle nudge under her chin. “Will you let it hurt me?”

“The moment I know for certain, I will tell you. But I really can’t say anything else right now, Grayson. I’m sorry.” Her voice is soft, filled with affection mixed with anguish. She sounds small and unsure. I hate it.

I press my mouth to hers, and she immediately reciprocates. Her tongue slides into my mouth, and my desire to stop her pain turns into passion. My cock hardens in my pants, pressing into her stomach.

“Oh, Grayson,” she moans.

“Yes, Maggie. All for you,” I say. Maggie shifts in my lap, her legs wrapping around my waist. My hands go to her ass, cupping both cheeks to keep her lifted. Her fingers tangle into the hair at the top of my head.

“Bedroom,” she moans out, locking her lips with mine again.

“Hmm, yes, Maggie,” I say as I start down the hall, not opening my eyes or taking my mouth away from hers.

I get to the room and lower her onto the mattress. Laying there, she looks like a queen. My queen. Waiting for me and what I have to give to her. And I have to. The need is drowning me, making every vein beg for her taste like the air I need to breathe. She unbuttons her shirt like it’s on fire before tossing it on the ground and stripping off her jeans. I yank my shirt off behind my head. Maggie is already at my belt, undoing it and shoving my pants down.

I kick the material free of my feet and launch forward. One hand lands on either side of her, and our faces meet again.

Nimble fingers slide all over my naked body, like she can’t get enough of me. The feeling is mutual, though I thought our second time together would be slower.

I want to explore every inch of her body with my tongue and force myself to pull back. “Let me worship you,” I whisper near her ear.

“I need you, Grayson. Need to feel you.” She’s writhing beneath me, and my cock twitches.

“You will, Maggie.” I lower my head and kiss along her neck before working my way down. Every touch of my lips against her skin is met with a moan and shiver.

My grin grows wider. My Maggie is ready for me, but I’m going to make her wait. “You’re being impatient,” I growl out.

She takes my face with both hands and guides me lower. “You promised…to worship me,” she sighs. Oh, I will. I let my tongue drag across her as I go between her legs.

With my mouth almost touching her clit, I say, “Maggie,” as low and sultry as possible. Her hips buck up, and my mouth crashes onto her sensitive bundle of nerves.

"Graaaaay," she moans like my tongue is killing her. Death by cunnilingus might make the news, but what a way to go. “More,” she says.

Don’t mind if I do. Her taste is more perfect than I remembered. Like the finest wine; all honey and vinegar. I lap her up, loving how wet she is. Two fingers slide inside her, and she gasps. My other hand grips onto her thigh, squeezing tight as she thrashes against me.

“Grayson, please,” she begs.

I chuckle against her clit. “Begging already?” Her hand lashes out, grabbing onto my hair and pulling me away from her.

Before I can ask anything, she flips over, presenting her beautiful ass to me, folds glistening under all her arousal.

The growl starts deep in my stomach and erupts out of my throat in a guttural sound. I kneel behind her and grip onto her waist. I yank her to me and thrust inside her in a satisfying slap.

“Smack me, Gray. Own me!” she yells out. Absolutely feral, I oblige. Slapping her ass, my hand stings. Where I landed, it’s pink, and I grip it, squeezing possessively. This is my ass. The thought alone drives me wild, making my movements grow spastic.

Our bodies slam together over and over, and I bark out, “That’s it, baby. Choke me with that tight pussy.” She mewls out a sound so perfect that electricity shoots up and down my spine.

Maggie coming is all I want. I’m chasing her climax even more than my own. I need to see it happen, need to feel her clench around me. My mind is whirring at the thought of what sound she will scream out.

I hunch over her body, licking her shoulder. Salty sweat coats my tongue, but it’s not enough of a taste. I bite down. Hard. “Grayson, yessss,” she hisses through what must be the pain of my teeth.

Her urging, coupled with the long whine of my own pleasure, pulses in my eardrums in beat with the pounding of my heart. My hand slides over, my thumb finding that tight little muscle between her cheeks. I press in, barely breaking the surface, and she bleats out a choked cry, her entire body tensing under me.

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