Page 91 of Always Been Yours

This time, she answers quickly, “No.No one else.”

“Good.” My hand starts to move faster. I curl my two fingers just enough to reach that spot I quickly learned she loves. My thumb moves to herclit, adding pressure until she screams out. “You have to be quiet, love.”

“I can’t, it’s too—oh god—good. It’s too fucking good. I want to be loud for you.”

There is nothing I want more than that, but I want it in the privacy of my bedroom. I don’t care about Vivi’s past, I know I have one, but no one else will get to experience her like this again. From this point forward, this is allmine.

“I know, baby. Trust me, all I want is to hear how wild I can make you but not here.” I slow my hand just enough to get her attention. “Do we need to stop?”

“Fuck you,” she says with no bite at all. “No, don’t fucking stop. I swear to whoever’s holy up there. Gr—“ Her head tilts back and my name turns into a moan as I fuck her with my fingers, harder and faster than before.

“You have to be quick though.” The last thing I want is anyone coming to look for us right now.

Trying to catch her breath she says, “I’m right there. I promise,right there.”

She realizes she’s being too loud before I have to remind her. Her head drops forward, and she claws at my shirt until it’s high enough for her mouth to make contact with the skin just below my shoulder.

With each swipe at her clit, she digs her nails in deeper. Every pump of my fingers makes her bite down harder. Her moans grow louder, even as she leaves more than a couple love marks across my chest. Her hips start to buck, moving at the same pace as my fingers. Her chest is pressed against mine. And the flush painting her skin is the prettiest color I’ve ever seen.

She’s everything I could wish for in a woman, but I’ve known that fact my entire life.

Andjust like she promised, she comes quick and hard on my fingers. I don’t slow down until she has ridden out every second of pleasure. Not until her hands slip into my back pockets and she lays a soft kiss on each bite mark.

As I watch her worship my body that she just claimed as hers, I lift my fingers to my mouth. When I groan, she tilts her eyes up and watches as I lick her release off my fingers. I brush my wet thumb over her bottom lip before slipping it into her mouth.

I was wrong.That’smy new favorite flavor and I can’t wait until I can get my head in between her legs for a few hours.

Getting through the rest of the night was torture.

All I wanted was to be here. Leaning up against my dresser, as a very nosey and very pretty Vivi makes her way around the room. Taking in every single detail. She did the same thing with the foyer and kitchen before I practically shoved her up the stairs with a promise that she can spend as long as she wants looking through my hometomorrow.I can grant her a few minutes of this.

But next time I’m at her house, it’s only fair if I finally get the full tour too. There’s one room I haven’t seen yet.

When she’s ready, she turns back toward me. “Do you have clothes I can borrow?”

I swallow, suddenly nervous. “Yeah, I have some t-shirts and sweats you can borrow. You’re more than welcome to whatever.” She raises her eyebrows at me, picking up on my awkwardness.

When I spent the two nights at her house, I noticed that she likes those little silky pajama sets. Goddammit if I didn’t love them too.I haven’t really seen her in sweats and things like that. I want her to be comfortable and I want her to know that tonight is only the first of many that I want her to spend here.

Clearing my throat, I mumble, “I actually bought you something. But you choose what’s more comfortable.”

She slowly sits on the edge of my bed, watching me as she unties the strings that wrap around her ankles. “What was that?” Her head tilts to the side.

I roll my eyes as my cheeks grow warmer. “I bought you something.”

“Did you buy me lingerie?”

“Nooo. Should I have?”

She laughs and shrugs. “You have a pretty good idea of what I like now. Feel free to save me the money.”

“Noted. It isn’t lingerie.” I open my top left drawer, where I keep my sleep shorts. I gently lift the folded gray set.

She grabs it, running her finger along the lace trimming. “You got me pajamas?”

I nod. “And a toothbrush.”

The silvery hue of tears brims her eyes. “Grady…”

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