Page 110 of Swim To Me

Peeling one hand from his thigh, I trace the length of my stomach, up to my breasts, cupping and rolling the heavy flesh. Grey watches me, eye lids at half mast, mouth slack.

Another flick of Grey’s thumb and I twitch, speeding up my movements when I feel myself flutter, the balloon swelling in my lower stomach. Cool air kisses my damp skin, the tips of my hardened nipples, stimulating them without me even having to pinch or pluck.

“I’m going to cum…” I warn Grey on a moan, pitching forward to burrow into the crook of his neck before I shatter into a million pieces.

My hips continue to roll as I climax, prolonging my second orgasm of the night, the sheer power of it making tears prick up behind my eyes.

Grey pulses hotly inside me, thrusting up once, twice, three,fourtimes and then groaning in my ear, spilling rope after rope of his seed against my fluttering walls, setting my orgasm off again until I’m trembling.

“Are you still…” he wonders, able to feel me still clamping down on him.

“Uh huh,” I manage to breathe out, mindless with ecstasy.

Exhaustion hits me hard when the last of my aftershocks die down. I roll over off Grey, feeling the mixture of the two of us trickling out of me, but I’m too tired to do anything about it.

“Now,I’mthe one who can’t feel their legs,” Grey jokes, turning us onto our side until he’s the big spoon.

I hum my laughter, closing my eyes for a second when they get too heavy.

“Gorgeous?”

“Hm?”

“Delilah?”

I stir at the use of my name, turning in Grey’s arms so I can face him. “Yes?”

“I’m in love with you.”

Grey’s declaration sinks into my skin, making a place for itself in my heart, in my soul, in my very being.

I blink up at him, waiting for the feeling of terror to crawl over me.

But it never comes.

Instead, I’m warm and content, safe and secure.

My heart beats at its usual rate, not racing with fear or adrenaline or…

“I’m in love with you, Grey. I love you.”

Grey breaks out into that smile I love; so wide it takes up his whole face and his dimples pop.

Hearing those words… I move my lips over Grey’s and then bury my head in his shoulder. But I can’t hide my own smile. It etches itself onto Grey’s skin, until I know he can feel me smiling against his flesh.

I can’t stop the happiness from bubbling up inside of me and spilling out at the knowledge; Grey Millen is in love with me.

Chapter 28

Grey

Consciousness filters into my brain slowly, flashes of last night trickling through my memory, reminding me of Delilah’s surprise visit and the way she’d felt falling apart on my fingers in the bathtub and then again on my cock while she rode me.

The corners of my lips tick upwards at the thought, my hands reaching out beside me with a need to hold Delilah, feel the warmth of her body pressed tightly against mine.

But my fingers graze thin air, the space beside me empty, the bedsheet cold and rumpled.

Rubbing at my sleep crusted eyes, I sit up, straining my ears to listen for her in the en-suite, hoping to hear the sound of running water, or the flush of the toilet, but silence greets me.

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