Page 49 of Crash and Burn
My eyes went wide as I took in the hard length rising up from between his legs. Godlike was certainly one word that could be used to describe him.
He soon returned to the bed, spreading my thighs with his hands to allow himself to crawl between them. He held a square foil packet in one hand, and I had to assume he carried protection in his wallet. His eyes were fixated on my core, wet, wanting and ready for him.
"I've wanted to do this for fucking ever," he murmured as his length bumped against my thigh.
I wanted to ask himthen why did you wait so long?I didn't want to ruin the moment so I kept quiet. Besides, it didn't matter. All that mattered was that we were here now, limbs tangled together, panting heavily into each other's mouths as we traded kisses back and forth.
"You're so goddamn gorgeous." He pushed my hair away from my face and stared deeply into my eyes. "You sure?" he asked one last time.
"Yes," I breathed, rolling my hips until his tip was nestled between my folds.
He slowly pushed in, and we groaned in unison, my inner walls fluttering around him as I struggled to take his thick shaft. He'd looked big enough to begin with, but now that he was slipping himself inside me, he felt enormous.
But he took his time, going slowly, letting me accommodate to his size until he bottomed out, filling my very depths. He kissed me softly until my tensed muscles relaxed, then began a slow rhythm, in and out.
If a part of me was still in disbelief that this was actually happening, that little voice was now silenced. The pleasure sparking inside my body, the flames fanning higher and higher, was like nothing I'd ever experienced.
I clawed at his back, nails digging into flesh as I let out gasps and cries.
Soon, the pleasure became too much and I started to shake. I was so close, almost there, but I needed—
Grant brought a hand to the apex of my thighs and played with that small bundles of nerves. My eyes squeezed shut as the pleasure crested and I came with an explosive force, every muscle locking as I clung to him as tight as I could.
Grant groaned and his cock twitched inside me as he spilled himself, meeting me in our mutual pleasure, our bodies straining and tensing as we moaned together.
Finally, we relaxed against each other, bodies going limp. We rolled onto our sides and stared at each other. Neither of us spoke. His fingers traced my face, from my temples, along my cheekbones, down to my jaw, until he was cupping the point of my chin.
He still didn't say anything.
I couldn't stand the silence any longer. I had to say something.
"Did this just ruin everything?" I asked nervously.
"No." He pressed a kiss to my forehead and gathered me into his arms. "This makes everything perfect.”
17
It wasn't the first time Grant and I had been to each other's apartments. I'd go over to his place every so often for thriller movie nights, and he'd come over once in a while before work to have brunch together and play with Mittens.
But this time was entirely different.
This time when Grant walked into my apartment, my eyes immediately went to the open door of my bedroom. Thank god I had made my bed this morning and done a bit of tidying up a few days ago.
I wasn't a slob by any means, and I tended to keep up on my cleaning schedule, but I lived alone and had no one to impress so I sometimes let things slide a little too long.
I toed off my shoes and nudged them into the closet. Grant did the same. We both stood in the front hallway, staring at each other.
After our… let's call it,activities…at the photography studio, we'd cleaned ourselves and the room up as best we could. I hoped whatever deposit Grant had paid for the studio included a cleaning fee.
By the time we made it to my place, I was torn between two urges. I wanted to pick up right where we'd left off. I was ready to drag Grant into my bedroom and go for another round.
But a more practical, less inhibited, part of me knew that we had a conversation in front of us.
What we'd done had changed everything.
Grant continued staring at me as we stood face to face in the hallway. The heat simmering in his eyes was no doubt reflected in mine. He was ready for another round, too.
But not yet.
