Page 71 of Crash and Burn
"It's just my mother being my mother." I looked up at Grant. "Why can't my parents just believe in me?" I asked rhetorically.
"As long as you're pursuing your dreams, you shouldn't let anyone else make you feel bad about it," he said.
My heart swelled as he placed a soft, reassuring kiss on my lips.
Grant always knew exactly what to say. That was one of the reasons why I loved him so much.
I returned his kiss, deepening it.
The words were right on the tip of my tongue.
I love you.
The soft kisses turned firmer, more fervent, until we were breathing heavily into each other's mouths.
I love you, Grant.
I squirmed until I was sitting on his lap, straddling him. I wrapped my arms around his neck as our tongues battled for dominance.
I could almost feel the words bubbling up from my heart, into my throat, threatening to escape my mouth.
I love you, Grant. I’ve loved you forever.
Finally, we had to break for air.
“Bedroom?” he murmured into my mouth.
“Bedroom,” I agreed breathlessly.
He put his hands under my ass, kneading and squeezing as he stood. I clung to him with my thighs clamped down around his hips.
Grant hoisted me up and practically ran to the bedroom as I gripped him tight, not wanting him to drop me. We reached the bedroom and he set me down softly on my feet. He ran his hands through my hair, pushing the strands away from my face, and peppered me with kisses again.
I slipped my hands under his shirt and ran my nails up and down his chest. He shuddered and let out a soft groan into my mouth. The sound of his pleasure was delicious to my ears. It made me wonder what other kinds of sounds I could wring from those lips.
I took his belt buckle in hand and quickly undid it. His rapidly hardening length pressed against the zipper of his jeans. I pulled down the metal tab and reached into his boxers to take him into my hand. He made another sound in the back of this throat as I stroked him up and down, making sure to pay attention to the weeping head.
I used my other hand to tug on his belt loops, helping him drop his jeans and boxers to the floor. His t-shirt soon joined them, leaving his muscled body naked to my gaze. I practically licked my lips at the gorgeous sight.
Grant cupped the back of my head and gave me another kiss. He quickly unbuttoned the collar of my dress, exposing the tops of my breasts still contained by my bra.
He went to undo the clasps, but I pushed his hand away. He looked confused until I dropped to my knees and rocked forward on my heels. My mouth was inches away from his stiff cock. The heat in his eyes ignited into a fiery blaze, a nearly inhuman hunger flashing across his face.
Without giving him any warning I darted forward and sucked the tip into my mouth.
He cursed loudly, eyes squeezing shut and head falling back. His fingers curled into the strands at the back of my head, holding tight but not quite pulling.
He let out an almost pained groan as I sucked him down, then made the noise again when I retreated. Back and forth, up and down I went, slowly driving him as crazy as he had driven me back in that dressing room.
His cock began to twitch against my tongue and I knew he was close. I sucked and swirled and flicked until he let out a final grunted curse and spilled himself inside me. I let him coat my tongue, savoring the delicious salty-sweet taste of pure Grant.
After he recovered, he pulled me to my feet and devoured my mouth until I was breathless, then swung me around and backed me up until my knees hit the bed and I fell back onto the sheets.
Within moments my skirt was hiked up to my waist and my panties were ripped from my hips. Before I could say a single word, Grant dove between my legs and licked a long, firm line between the valley of my thighs. I cried out as he used his tongue to dip in and out of my entrance, simulating a familiar motion. I shrieked as he took my clit into his mouth and sucked hard. He knew every button to push to make me scream his name and wasn't willing to stop after one orgasm. I shouted my pleasure, over and over, and still he worked me, playing and teasing and making me go insane.
I finally had to tug at his hair breathlessly and pull him up from between my legs.
"Stop," I half-panted, half-groaned "I'm going to die if I come again."
