Page 75 of Grissom
Peering into those trusting emerald depths, his very own private pools of wonder, Grissom knew this was the right time and she was the only woman for him. Tuesday’s peaceful acquiescence, her submissive acceptance of him and his decision to go slow, made him the man he was meant to be. Her man.
Grissom tipped forward on his knees until he was nose to nose with the adorable goddess waiting patiently beneath him. “Mind if I take off the rest of your clothes?”
“Not if I can undress you, too,” she whispered coyly.
“Absolutely.”
It took seconds to get her bare. Then came the difficult part of this coy game. Striving for patience, Grissom laid back and allowed a very naked Tuesday the experience of undressing him for her first time. He caught the indecision in her eyes once she smoothed his t-shirt up and out of her way. He nearly died and went to heaven when she leaned forward, the deep pink tips of her lush breasts brushing his bare stomach while her hands smoothed over his chest like she was touching a treasure. How her mouth formed a perfect O. How she kept licking those wet, strawberry lips. How her thumbs scrubbed his nipples as lightly as an angel’s touch. How her eyes sparkled with delight and wonder. How hard it was keeping his dick under control once the naked woman on his bed unbuckled his belt, unzipped his jeans, and clambered to her feet to pull his pants off his long legs.
By then, his balls were blue fucking smurfs. The last thing he needed to hear was when Tuesday said, “You’re so big. Are you sure you’re—?”
“I’m sure,” he answered, rolling her carefully to her back. “I’m damned sure.”
Grissom was on his knees to this woman, his ass in the air. So ready. So damned lost in love. His cock was jonesing to get things going. Reaching down, he gave it a tiny sip of the pleasure dripping from her folds, then tipped forward, barely thrusting into her, watching Tuesday’s eyes flash with sudden awareness of what they were about to do.
“Are you just going to stare at me?”
Grissom nodded, because words failed as their very first glide-and-slide began. Her body clenched so damned tight around him, strangling his cock, refusing entry. He took a deep breath and backed off. They had the rest of the night to make this work. Plenty of time.
“It won’t fit,” she whispered. For an untouched virgin her age, one who hadn’t touched herself in play or curiosity, of course it hurt.
“It’ll fit, trust me. Women have babies and most babies are lots bigger than me. Breathe, just breathe. No rush.” Didn’t matter that his damned cock had morphed into a steel spike or that she was the one who had set it on fire. Tonight was only about Tuesday.
‘Play.This first time has to be good for her. It has to be about play. Just play.’
Lowering to one elbow, he slid his free hand over her breast, tweaking her nipple while covering her mouth with his. Their tongues clashed and chased each other, lighting yet another urgent message that all systems below were go, go, go.
Still, he dallied, intent on taking the worry out of this monumental first. On kissing Tuesday as long as she needed in order to relax; on savoring the miracle of being with this very naked beauty. Carefully, he squeezed her breast, then the other, while the creature of satin, silk, and a bit of sin writhed beneath him, scrubbing her smooth, sleek body against his, urging him to the inevitable.
Her fingers on his scalp tenderly massaged away the dam that had forever blocked the blood supply to his brain. Shivers tingled up his spine as her gentle touch awakened every last one of his nerve endings.
But next she turned into some kind of dominatrix, her nails biting the cheeks of his ass. Grissom damned near squeaked at the sting. He’d never been a fan of the BDSM movement sweeping the world with its lies of physical abuse causing pleasure. The two were diametrically opposed in his book. Having witnessed what women and girls overseas suffered on a daily basis was a powerful deterrent, and lifting a hand against any female had never been a turn-on for him.
But if Tuesday kept up with that back and forth, her fingers soft and sweet on his scalp one moment, then digging into his ass the next, that he could live with. She couldn’t hurt a big guy like him. Problem was, he’d come before she did if she kept it up, and that just wasn’t right. Time for plan B.
Deserting her succulent breasts, he dragged his free hand down her centerline, over her taut belly to her luscious folds. Like playing with liquid fire helped his control? Hell, no. The scent of her arousal bloomed like roses in his nose. Everything inside of him powered forward.
“Hold on, love,” he ordered, his voice gruff and raw.
“Am I ready?”
“Yeah. Ready. Now. Hurry.”I’ve let you play too long, and damn it, woman, you’re good.
The second her fingers settled over his shoulders, Grissom surged forward. Less than an inch, but damn. His control was shredded.
Her hands slipped down his ribcage, plucking his ribs like piano keys. Once again, those fingers landed on his ass and out came her nails. Digging in. Painfully. Marking him witherotic stabs and pinches he’d never experienced before, and just enough sass that…
“Do it,” she hissed, thrusting upward and onto him.
Just that fast, he was balls deep, lost in the deepest, sweetest clinch of his life.
Fuck! Her inner muscles were like fingers, squeezing the hell out of him. She was so damned tight, and he was gloriously deep. He stopped. Tuesday hadn’t whined or screamed yet, had just forced him into her body with that one powerful jerk and…
Damned if this tiny virgin wasn’t a helluva lot stronger than she looked.
Pulsing with the urgent need to, ‘Move it!’, Grissom began a rhythmic series of thrusts that took him deeper each time. Pushing in. Pulling out. Slipping just far enough out. Sliding just hard enough back in. Not too far. Not too deep. No sense rushing, despite Tuesday’s tendency to explode on contact.
Too bad she didn’t share the concept of going slow.
