Page 45 of His to Explore
“Say it again.”
“I love you, Grant. I love you so much.”
“Fuck, Kensie. I’m going to come.”
“Please,” I beg, my entire body shaking. “Please, Grant.”
His tempo somehow increases even more. “Come,” he growls in my ear. “Come on my cock right now.”
It’s instantaneous, the way I detonate for him. All the buildup, all the frustration, every ounce of sensation he forced on me throughout the night, all coalesce in a blinding explosion of pure pleasure. The orgasm takes over the rest of my senses, making it so I can’t see or hear. All I can do is experience this feeling, howgoodit is.
I come back to myself just in time to see him reach the same explosive finish. He’s grunting and groaning my name, almost whimpering, his thrusts erratic as he spills inside me. But his eyes stay on me the whole time, letting me see every bit of what he’s feeling. His pleasure. His release. His love for me.
It’s enough to make me come again. Or maybe I never stopped. All I know is that I ride the wave of sensation until we’re both limp and boneless. He slumps on top of me, breathing hard, his weight pressing me into the bench.
“Holy fuck,” he mutters, over and over again. He finally manages to lift his head to look at me, the dirtiest grin lighting up his face. “Want to go again?”
I think I laugh but honestly, I’m still coming down and I don’t really remember my name at this point.
I’m vaguely aware of Grant moving around me, undoing my restraints and rubbing my wrists and ankles. Then I’m lifted into the air in his arms as he brings me to the connected bathroom. I bury my face in his neck, too limp and out of it to even lift my head. The next thing I know I’m standing under a hot shower, Grant physically holding me up.
“You broke me,” I grumble into his chest.
He chuckles, shifting my body so he can use his free hand to get shampoo and soap.
By the time he’s washed my hair and body, I’m feeling more human. I watch Grant as he rinses me, love unfurling in my chest. He looks so focused on his task, so serious, but there’s also a deep contentment in his expression that I always see when I allow him to really take care of me.
I had no idea how important it was, how happy it would make him, before we both finally admitted what we wanted from each other.
It’s been an amazing few months.
“There you go,” Grant murmurs, pulling my front back to his chest and looking down at me. His tall frame shields me from the stream of the water. “How do you feel?”
I scoff. “How do you think? I came so hard I think I left my body.”
His expression turns smug as he slides wet hair from my forehead. “I aim to please.”
I raise an eyebrow. “Okay, can we talk about how you made me hold out for literal hours and then you came in about three minutes?”
He smacks my ass hard but he chuckles. “If you think all that edging wasn’t hard on me too, you’re crazy. I nearly came in mypants a dozen times.” He kisses me, soft and lazy. “You’re so fucking sexy it hurts.”
I sigh into him, letting my body relax further into his muscular frame. “Happy baby?” He murmurs in that soft, tender voice that always makes my stomach swoop.
“Happy doesn’t even cover it.”
The past four months have been amazing. The best I’ve ever experienced in my life. I didn’t know that life could be like this—so full of love and good times and excitement for the future.
Right after my divorce, I thought that the lack of fear was about as good as things could get. It was enough for me to go to a job I enjoyed every day then come home to a quiet, peaceful apartment alone. Compared to how things were when I was married, my post-divorce life felt like heaven.
I had no idea how much better it could be.
I’m still working that job I love, though I’ve been promoted now. I’ve also started taking on some consultant work in my free time, with Gemma’s blessing, and I’m enjoying building up a client list of my own.
I leave work tired, but fulfilled. And now it’s not a cozy empty apartment I come home to. Now it’s him. Evenings making dinner together. Lazy nights watching movies on the couch. And let’s not forget the sex. On pretty much every surface of both of our apartments.
I haven’t been able to bring myself to give up my place, even though I know Grant wants me to move in. We spend just about every night together anyhow, but there’s something about breaking my lease that freaks me out.
Turns out, it’s pretty hard to allow yourself to completely rely on someone else. Even when I love that person as much as I love Grant.
