Page 97 of Broken Dreams
I want to touch. I said as much, so I do. I move my hands to his waist and push the material down. He’s in nothing but his boxers and if this is what his erection looks like now, I’m almost afraid just how big it will be when it’s not restrained.
Without thinking on that too hard, I hook my fingers there, pulling down.
And yeah, I was totally right about the size. He’s huge. He’s huge and it’s been three years since I’ve had sex, so this is going to be...interesting.
“You’re incredible,” I say to him.
Grady waits for my eyes to meet his. “No, dove, you are. Climb on the bed,” he commands. I slide up onto the bed, and he follows, we face each other and his hand glides across my cheek. “I have never wanted anything the way I want you right now.”
“I’m right here.”
“You are,” he says it as though he can’t believe it’s true. “I’m going to make good on my promises now. Lie there, and let me kiss every beautiful inch of you.”
Grady shifts up and starts at my hand. He kisses each finger, palm, my wrist, and up my arm. Without releasing my gaze, he moves across my chest to the other arm, going backwards this time. Then he kisses my lips, eyes, nose, cheeks, before grazing my neck again. The low rumble in his chest vibrates through me before he’s at the valley between my breasts.
I watch as he runs his tongue around the left side, flicking my nipple before taking it deep in his mouth. My hands move to his hair, groaning as he sucks harder. “Oh, God,” I pant. And then he does it to the other side, the same exact thing, and this time I squirm.
“After I make you come on my tongue, I’m going to suck these while you ride me.”
“Is that what you want?”
“To see your beautiful tits bounce as you’re on my cock? Yeah, baby, I definitely want that.”
Okay, this dirty talk thing is really hot. I wish I was better at it, because he’s pretty damn fabulous.
I moan because instead of saying more, his mouth is back on my skin, trailing down my stomach. He pauses, his breath hitting where I’m desperate for him. I feel just the barest touch, heat washes through me and I curl my legs up and lift my head.
He looks at me, his eyes wild. “Do you want this, Addy?”
I’m practically vibrating with need. It’s not a want at this point, but I know what he’s asking, why he’s asking. I know that for the two of us, this is different.
I push up on my elbow, resting my one hand on his cheek. “I want this with you.”
“Thank God,” he says, releasing a breath, and then pushes my legs apart. I fall back as the first swipe comes.
He moans and I melt into the bed. His tongue moves over and over, flicking and swirling around my clit. My fingers tangle in his hair, the dark blond locks like silk as his rough tongue keeps up its friction.
I feel my back start to lift off the bed while he pushes me higher to climax. “Grady!” I pant, feeling the fire burn through my veins. “Oh, oh, God.”
There’s no relenting. It just keeps going as my fingers now grip the comforter. My orgasm is fast approaching. I wish I had the strength to hold it back because this is incredible. I never want this part to end.
He flicks his tongue faster and my breathing is so erratic as my climax is barreling forward. He fingers me, thrusting inside of me so hard, and I can’t control myself. I fall, letting out a moan as waves of pleasure crash into me, dragging me down before pushing me back up for air.
Grady crawls up my body slowly, kissing back up the way he came. “You know, each time I think you’re perfect, you show me another side and I think I’m wrong.”
I smile, turning my head to face him, blissed out and panting. “You think I’m perfect now?” I ask, with a raised brow.
He nods, brushing his nose against mine. “I do. I think I’d like to see if you’re perfect when you come on my dick.”
“I’m pretty sure I’ll think you’re perfect then.”
“How about we find out?”
I run my finger from his lips down his chest, finding the courage to ask him for what I really want. “How about we see if I’m perfect with my lips around your dick first?”
twenty-two
GRADY
