Page 63 of The Grump

She nodded, and I pushed her dress farther up so I could see them.

“Are you wet?”

She licked her lips, swallowing hard. “Yes.”

“How wet? And don’t lie to me because I’m going to check.”

“Very,” she whispered.

I immediately slipped my hand into her panties, rubbing two fingers over her opening. She was so slick that I couldn’t even believe it.

“Bailey... Fuck, babe, you’re so wet.”

“I know,” she whimpered.

I slipped a finger inside her. How could I not when she was this wet and ready?

“Oh my God.” Panting, she tugged at my shirt and then put her forehead on my chest as if she needed to ground herself. This was already too much for her. But I planned to give her so much more—I knew she could take it. Most of all, she needed it.

I moved my finger in and out, brushing her clit with every stroke. Her whimpers turned to moans. Then I gave her a second finger, and her entire body spasmed. Her shoulders rolled backward, and I captured her mouth. I wanted to feel every one of her moans on my tongue while I had my fingers buried inside her. I was going to make her come like this, right against her door.

I was blind with need for her, but I wanted this orgasm for her first. She was so damn ready, melting in my arms. Her body was taut everywhere I touched her. When her inner muscles started to tighten around my fingers, the moans against my mouth became harder, louder, more intense. I kissed and kissed her relentlessly while I moved my fingers. When I felt her tighten completely, I stilled my movements inside her and simply pressed on her clit. She orgasmed fucking beautifully, clinging to me as she came. Her entire body went soft again instantly. I cupped her ass with my other hand so she could keep her balance without a problem. She was starting to sway from all the pleasure I’d just given her, and I’d barely started.

“Xander,” she murmured.

“You’re fucking beautiful. You are amazing. I can’t get enough of you.”

“I need more.”

That was music to my ears. “I’ll give you everything I have tonight, Bailey. Every fucking thing, I promise. Where’s your bedroom?”

She pointed to the door off the living room. “Through there.”

I tugged her dress farther up until it was right around her waist. Then I decided to take it off completely. “I love your curves.”

She blushed, looking down. “I do like pralines a lot.”

“You’re perfect. I won’t have you think anything else, not for a moment.”

I pulled her up to me, needing to feel her close. Her breasts pushed against my chest as I carried her to the bedroom. It was big, and the bed was king-size, which was good. I needed to be able to explore her.

After putting her down, she said, “You.”

I was about to ask what she meant, but then she tugged desperately at my shirt, as she’d done in the living room. I knew what she meant. Part of me wanted to let her undress me herself, but I was too desperate for that, so I took care of my own pants and boxers right before she got rid of my undershirt.

Once my clothes were gone, I moved to take off her bra and panties. I’d intended to do it slowly, but I didn’t have any patience left. After unhooking her bra and tossing it to the side, I lowered myself to my knees, yanking her panties down as I went. I did take my time with her garters, though.

Looking up at her, I murmured, “I love your thighs. And that pussy is fucking perfect.”

She blushed, glancing away, but only for a split second before looking at me again. I put one of her feet on my knee and kissed up her inner thigh until I reached her pussy. I didn’t lick, just moved my mouth around, teasing her. Then I put her foot down and repeated the motion with the other one.

Her skin was already so sensitive that she trembled under my touch. She arched backward, pushing her chest out.

“Xander,” she cried out. She was on edge again, or perhaps still. I was going to take it off, but not just yet.

I rose to my feet and flipped her around, pushing her hair to one side and kissing her exposed shoulder as she pushed herself back into me. My cock was trapped between our bodies, and I clenched my eyes shut against the sensations threatening to take over me.

I palmed her breasts while I kissed her shoulder and the back of her neck. I liked feeling her body vibrate against mine, the aftershocks of her orgasm. Lowering one hand to her pussy, I dragged my finger over her clit as if I were playing an instrument. She gasped and then pushed her ass into my pelvis even harder. I groaned in her ear, the feeling of her against me making it impossible to think. I wanted to act on impulse and pure instinct, but I needed to make her come again. Only then would I sink inside her.

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