Page 16 of Restrain Me

“Fuck,” he groans, his hips stuttering. “Yes, Bailey, fuck yes.” He moans as he comes hard, his eyes never leaving mine, as his body leans forward, pressing me back down into the mattress.

We collapse into a sweaty mess, both of us panting against each other. Lifting up, Grant places a soft kiss on my lips, then undoes the cuffs swiftly and pulls the condom from his cock. Then he’s gathering me into his arms, and pulling us to the top of the bed as we catch our breath. My body molds against his, my leg draping around his waist and head settled on his chest.

“Fuck,” he says again, pulling me tighter against him. “That might've been your fantasy, but I really fucking liked it.”

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“Give me a second, sweetheart. Don’t fall asleep.” My eyes are already drifting shut as Grant presses a kiss to my head. I listen as he climbs out of bed, grabbing his phone first before moving to the attached bathroom. He taps away on his phone screen before twisting the shower knob and letting the water run.

“Come on.” He urges me up when he returns. “You need to pee first, and then we’re going to shower.”

I groan as he tugs me out of the bed, leading me to the bathroom. After I pee, he pulls me into the shower with him. Pumping body wash into a washcloth and lathering it up before running the cloth over my skin. I lean back against Grant’s body as the scents of lavender and chamomile fill the steam, letting my eyes close as he takes care of me.

“Thank you,” he mumbles between soft kisses.

“For what?”

“For being so fucking amazing.”

I can’t help the light laughter that tumbles from my lips. “Once again, you did all the work.”

“Bailey.” He grips my arms and spins me around, so I’m looking into his eyes. “Once again,” he mimics my wording. “You trusted me. That is something I will never take for granted.”

My heart warms from his genuinity. “Well…” I smile, watching as his lips curl in response. “My trust gets me a lot of orgasms, so it seems worth it.” His brow quirks right before he swats my ass. I gasp, only it turns into a moan as he rubs the sting, squeezing my flesh with a strong grip.

“Brat.” Holding my chin, he kisses me more intentionally this time. I can feel his desire for me with every pull of his lips. Just kissing him is enough to have me whimpering for more. “How about another, baby? Think you can handle it?”

“Grant,” I whine his name, but he’s already urging my back against the tiled shower wall. He drops to his knees, lifting one of my legs over his shoulder and baring my sex to him.

“Let me show you how good girls get rewarded, hmm?”

My head drops back as Grant’s mouth covers my pussy completely. His tongue parts my slit, licking up the length of me and flicking over my clit. My fingers find his hair as he works me over, nails scratching over his head with every suck of his lips and swirl of his tongue.

“Fuck,” I moan.

Grant doesn’t stop, never coming up for air. His tongue treasures my clit, tracing slow circles, focusing solely on the sensitive bud as my moans increase. Gripping my ass, he brings one hand to my pussy, easing one finger inside of me and making me cry out.

I’m writhing with pleasure as he brushes my G-spot over and over, grinding my pussy against his face while moaning unabashedly.

“I want you to come one more time for me,” he says, pulling his face back long enough to give me the demand.

He doesn’t need to ask twice. It’s not long after his tongue returns to my clit that my orgasm hits me with a force I wasn’t expecting, drawing a silent scream from my chest that has me lightheaded, and my body slumps against the bathroom wall. Grant holds me up when I fall weak from the aftershocks, still lapping at my clit, each lick sending additional waves of pleasure through my body.

When he finally pulls back, I’m panting and exhausted for the second time tonight.

“Atta girl,” he praises and warmth flows over my body.

He towels me off and right as he slides the fuzzy robe up my arms. I hear the knock on the door.

“Did you order food again?”

Grant laughs. “You said you really enjoyed that pizza.”

“Oh my God,” I moan excitedly. “You’re unreal.” A second wave of energy hits me as Grant goes and gets the room service.

“Ya know,” he says once we’re settled on the bed in thick robes with a slice of pizza in each of our hands. “If we keep doing this, I think I’m going to need to take you out for a real dinner.”

I laugh. “You could start with breakfast in the morning.”

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