Page 64 of The Grump

I kept moving my fingers over her clit, rocking my hips back and forth slightly. The friction against my cock was exquisite. But I stilled first.

“Bailey.” My voice was hoarse, I cleared my throat before adding, “I’m clean, babe.”

“So am I. On birth control, too, so we don’t need a condom. We don’t need anything.” Her voice was even more desperate than mine. It egged me on.

I grabbed my cock at the base, guiding it between her legs and rubbing it along the length of her pussy.

“Xandeeeer,” she mewled, her voice shaking. I barely made out that she’d called my name. This was phenomenal.

In the beginning, it was just enough to ease my need for her, but it only served to intensify that need even more. I played with her clit while I moved back and forth, smiling against her neck when I felt her on the cusp of yet another orgasm. It began much slower than the other one, but the signs were unmistakable. Her skin turned clammy, her body taut. Then she started to tremble—only a bit at first, but then it took over her body. I used myfree hand to hold her by her stomach. With the other one, I relentlessly massaged her clit.

I found the rhythm that brought her the most pleasure, and I kept on just like that. She arched back, pushing herself into me. Her head rolled to one side as she cried out my name, her entire body undulating. I wanted to kiss her, but it was impossible in this position, so I simply kept moving my hips and circling her clit until she calmed down and seemed to regain control of her body again.

She straightened up and turned around slowly. Her smile was everything that was right in this world. She kissed my jaw and moved her mouth down my neck. I dropped my head back, enjoying her touch.

I liked her mouth on me, exploring me. She moved to one shoulder, then lowered herself, slowly making a crisscross pattern with her mouth on my torso. She wrapped a hand around my cock and squeezed hard. It felt incredible, but after I’d rubbed against her pussy, this wasn’t nearly enough.

“Bailey,” I grunted. “I want you. Now.” I looked down at her. She was grinning and immediately rose, still squeezing my erection.

Then I kissed her. Yes, I wanted to sink inside her, but I also wanted to kiss her; I needed her mouth more than I could explain. I grabbed her by the ass, bringing her to the height I wanted, then stumbled backward when she started to move up and down, rubbing herself against my cock.

Walking until I reached the wall, I turned around, pushing Bailey against it and then sinking inside her. She responded to my kiss with even more intensity. Being inside her was such a rush that I didn’t even need to move at first. I just wanted to feel.

“Your pussy’s so damn tight,” I whispered in her ear, nibbling at her earlobe. “I love it.”

In response, she started to move her hips.

Closing my eyes, I placed my mouth in the crook of her neck. I wanted more contact, and I couldn’t focus enough on kissing and fucking at the same time. This woman was messing with my senses in the best way possible.

“Bailey, this is so damn good,” I grunted between thrusts.

She whimpered and moaned but didn’t reply. She was too far gone for that. We were both chasing the high.

I held her with one hand, and she must have realized I wanted to take the other one away, because she immediately put her hands on my shoulders. I reached between us, pinching her clit.

“Xander, ohhhh!”

I straightened up, wanting to see her. It was precious watching her prepare herself for the wave of pleasure. This moment was so intense that I knew it would claim every single part of me. Miraculously, I didn’t have any problems with that. In fact, I was looking forward to losing control completely to Bailey. This thing between us was feral.

I wanted to cup her face, but I needed to be able to touch her far more freely. Against the wall, it was going to be impossible, so I moved her away quickly and carried her straight to the bed.

However, I’d miscalculated the angle to the bed and lost my balance. I dropped her first and then almost collapsed on top of her. But I managed to catch myself in time, breaking my fall by putting my hands forward, at the sides of her shoulders.

She smiled softly. “I made you lose your balance, huh?”

“You make me forget my own name, Bailey.” Then I put one of her legs on my shoulder, keeping the other one at my side. I liked this angle; she was spread out good for me. Moving down, I pressed my finger on her clit as I slid inside her all at once. She was wet, and we were both so damn ready for the orgasm.

I moved back and forth with precise and quick thrusts. She grabbed the sheets over her head and began to thrash, rollingher head from left to right. That’s why I loved having her here on the bed where she could move freely—neither of us had to worry about balance, and she was able to let loose.

“You’re fucking gorgeous.” I loved the way her breasts moved as she writhed beneath me.

When her mouth began to tremble, especially her lower lip, I knew she was right there. She came a second later, which sent me over the edge instantly. One minute I was watching her, and the next, I didn’t even know where I was. The orgasm ricocheted throughout my body. I blinked rapidly, but my eyes watered. I tried to breathe in deeply, but I couldn’t. The pleasure took up too much space in my body to allow for anything else, even air.

I groaned, letting out all the pent-up tension within me. Our sounds filled the room. Neither of us was holding back. My body was a live wire. My back spasmed, and I rolled my shoulders backward and then forward, careful not to collapse over Bailey. At least I had enough self-awareness left for that.

I pulled out of her carefully once she stopped thrashing around. She was smiling, eyes closed. We’d both worked up a sweat. Her hair clung to her cheeks, and I moved it away carefully, kissing that spot of skin. Her smile widened even more as I pulled back. Then she turned her head in my direction, opening her eyes.

“Hmmmm, this was something,” she whispered without elaborating. She didn’t need to, though. I knew exactly what she was referring to. It wasn’t just the pleasure, although that was powerful. There was something else here. The same thing that had made me pop up wherever she’d been over the past few weeks. The same thing that made me constantly think about her.

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