Page 16 of Bread By the Grim
And then it all breaks.
Pleasure, so intense all I can do is tense up, fills my entire core, my body shaking with it as Grim keeps working me until I’m pushing him away at last. He takes a hint finally and rests his head on my thigh as I catch my breath.
“Grim, that was amazing.”
He shakes his head and begins to kiss his way back up to my breasts. “You are amazing. These are amazing.” I laugh as he rests his forehead directly on my chest for a moment before coming to lay by my side. He wraps his arms around me and pulls me close, my bare breasts against the hardness of his chest.
“Can I make a confession?” I ask, curled up in the crook of his arm.
“Of course,” he says.
“I’ve thought about what it’d be like to be curled up with you every day since you answered the door without a shirt on.”
He looks down at me and smiles. “Really?”
I nod. “Truly.”
“I hope it’s not rude to admit, but I too have a similar confession.”
“You’ve been thinking about you without your shirt on since I arrived?”
He laughs and kisses each of my breasts before meeting my eyes. “I’m glad this only took two weeks to figure out.”
“Two weeks of blue balls,” I grumble with a smile.
He laughs. “I promise you, as long as you know me, you’ll never have blue balls again.”
“I plan to hold you to that, Grim.”
He leans his forehead against mine. “Always.”
It’s the middle of the day, but curled up in Grim’s arms, it’s hard not to relax. I find myself easily drifting off to sleep. I wake up hours later to Doux’s angry demands for dinner, Grim’s arms still wrapped around me.
“Is your arm okay?” I ask as I kiss him on the cheek.
“Are you kidding? Every part of me is great.” He kisses me back hard, and I urge him back on top of me only to have Doux jump beside us and up his volume one hundred percent.
“Alright, alright, I know you’re starving.” I kiss Grim on the nose. “Let me feed the beast, and I’ll be right back.”
I dump his royal highness’s Fancy Feast into his bowl, refill his water, and make a beeline straight back for the bed.
Grim lifts the covers for me and pulls me in close. “Hmmm…where were we?” I tease.
“I think we were here,” Grim says as he rolls us until he’s on top. “Unless I’m reading this entire situation wrong, I’m thinking this is the point where we need a condom.”
I giggle at his formality. “You, sir, would be correct,” I tease, matching his formality. “But you’re in luck. I have a few in that drawer.”
“In this one?” he repeats, pointing to the top drawer of the nightstand.
“Specifically, there for you.”
He grins. “Specifically for me?”
“I told you. I’ve been hopeful for a while. Better to be prepared and not need it than the opposite.”
He fishes out a little square, tears into the package and rolls it on. Instead of getting right to themain event, he leans down and kisses me softly on the lips. “I’ve been hoping we’d get to do this since I opened the door to you and Doux on the front step.” He brushes his lips against mine one more time before working his way down to my neck.
I’ve never met a neck guy, but if one exists, it’s Grim. He rolls to my side, his hard cock resting against my thigh so he can continue to lavish attention on my neck as his free hand explores. His long strong fingers find a nipple and begin to roll it before moving on to the next.
