Page 109 of Swim To Me

I tip my head back, hips bucking so much Grey grips my hip with his free hand, holding me down.

“Let go, gorgeous. Come on. I wanna feel you cum on my fingers.”

Grey’s words plus the lack of release I’ve had in the last few weeks has me tipping over the edge with just another pass of his hand against my pulsing core. I dig my nails into Grey’s forearm as my orgasm washes over me, leaving me shaking and sensitive, my mind in a haze.

Gently slipping his fingers from me, Grey kisses the top of my head, reaching for a washcloth just off to the side. With glassy eyes, I watch him pour a healthy dollop of shower gel onto the cloth and begin to soap up my chest, vaguely feeling the length of his now fully hard cock against my backside.

I feel in a daze the entire time Grey washes me, taking measures to be gentle when he gets to my folds. Only when I’m standing with a large towel wrapped around me, a matching onewrapped around Grey’s waist, staring down at the mixture of bubbles and water being sucked down the drain, do I find my voice.

“My legs feel like jelly.”

Grey laughs, rubbing at his hair with a smaller towel. “My ego is very happy to hear about your jelly legs, gorgeous. Are you okay? You scared me a little bit with your silence after you’d…”

“I’m okay,” I assure him, sealing my promise with a kiss. “My head just felt all floaty is all. Too floaty for words.”

“Mm,” Grey hums, grinning. “I do take pride in my work.”

I’m so happy in this moment I could be sick – my heart a gooey mush and not just because of my orgasm.

Sliding my hands up Grey’s bare shoulders, I trace the work of art that is his body, gliding over his toned arms, his abs, his fine line butterfly tattoo, his happy trail, feeling a rush of gratitude burst inside me that he’s here, in front of me, and he’s mine.

I’m so close to him I can feel the heat of the bath water radiating from his chest, I can feel the constant beating of his heart, I can see the dilation of his pupils when he stares down at me, so it’s impossible for me to miss the kick of Grey’s cock under my handsy movements, reminding me I’ve gotten off, but he hasn’t.

“You want some help with that?” I remark, glancing at the bulge beneath his towel.

Grey shakes his head. “No, it’s fine, I meant it when I told you there was no pressure, Delilah. When you’re ready—”

“And if I told you I was ready now?”

Grey opens his mouth, but no words come out, and I think I’ve rendered him speechless.

“I thought my answer was obvious by asking you to touch me?” I continue, feeling my pussy clench at the sheer thought, greedy for me.

“Delilah—”

“I’m more than ready, Grey.”

We’re a tangle of limbs, bodies damp from our bath, leaving behind a trail of towels on the floor before we make it to Grey’s bed. His sheets are soft against my skin, the scent of him stronger here than anywhere else.

I straddle Grey, hands planted beside his head, my knees bracketing his hips. Sweeping my hair to one side, I lean down to feel his lips move against mine, the movement allowing the blunt head of his cock to slide through my slick flesh.

Grey’s hands tighten on my waist, his jaw ticking, throat bobbing heavily.

“Stop holding back,” I tell him, sucking at the spot behind his ear I know drives him insane. “Please—”

Groaning, Grey pushes his hips up at the same time as pulling me down, grinding my clit along the length of him until we’re both gasping. Unable to take his teasing anymore, I sit up tall, holding Grey down with a palm in the centre of his heaving chest and grabbing the base of his cock to line him up with my wet core.

I sink down without hurrying, closing my eyes to savour the feel of him inside of me, finally. Filling me up until it feels as if I can’t breathe, stretching me out with his size, grazing every sensitive spot inside me in ways no one else has ever been able to.

When I stop shivering on top of him, I peel open my eyes, finding Grey staring at me, a broken, “gorgeous…” leaving his mouth. I lick my nickname right from his tongue, and then I circle my hips, finding my rhythm quickly.

Raising up on my knees, I drop down slowly, grinding in a circle to rut my clit against Grey’s pubic bone and then rising back up until only the tip of him remains inside my wet heat.

Pleasure blooms over my skin, Grey’s never-ending stare filling me with confidence and love and something addicting.

Leaning back, I plant both of my hands on Grey’s thighs, tipping my upper body backwards and my pussy forward. Grey’s thumb flicks across my exposed clit hood, his eyes stuck to my breasts and the way they bounce and jiggle.

I feel powerful like this. In control. Wanted.

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