Page 51 of Losing Forever
Holy fuck. The sight of her tongue flicking me there almost makes me come. There most definitely is a kinky side to her, and I intend to explore every bit of it.
Her hand slides down to the towel, her gaze on my groin. She undoes the cotton material and lets it fall to the tile floor. With her eyes on my straining dick, she licks her lips.
I'm on her in an instant, pressing her against the wall again. “My turn.” I bite her lip, shove my tongue into her mouth, and give her the kiss she deserves. When she's soft and moaning, I remove her towel and kiss a trail to her breasts.
I untie the top strings, my gaze laser-focused on the tight bead of her nipple. “Beautiful.” I run the pad of my thumb over the bud and then draw it into my mouth. We both moan. She falls against the wall, arching her back and tugging my hair.
“Grayson, you’re so good. So good.”
She has no idea. I lick, suck, and savor her other nipple until she's writhing against me, her hips seeking a connection with mine.
“Take off my bottoms, Grayson,” she demands. “I need you to touch me there.”
“What Braylee wants, Braylee gets.” I kiss her plump lips then drop to my knees, my balls heavy and my dick throbbing. I touch her waist with both hands and kiss her stomach.
She stiffens. “You're touching my scar.”
I noticed a red swirling line on her side, but it didn't steal my attention. “Does it hurt?”
“No. I just didn't know if...if you were okay with touching it.”
Oh, hell no. She can't clam up on me now. I hold her gaze. “Everything about you is beautiful.” I rub a thumb over the thick strip of the scar it's covering. “This is part of you and a tragedy you survived.”
“It's huge.” She squeezes her eyes closed.
I give it my full attention and laugh. “Bray, this is nothing. I take that back. It's actually beautiful. It almost looks like a butterfly the way it wraps here and then again over here.” I trace the pink scar with my finger.
“A butterfly?” She glances down.
I trace it again, showing her what I see. “Here are the wings, and here's the body.”
“I see it,” she says, amazed. “You're right. It does. Grayson, thank you.” She cups my cheeks and kisses me with reverence. “I'd always thought it was so ugly, but now, I see the butterfly. Thank you so much for this.” Tears fill her eyes. She kisses me again and again, deepening it and sending strange sensations to my heart.
Until now, I've only ever worked to please myself and my dad. I spent my life striving to be the best player, honoring Dad’s lost dream and fueling my ego in the process. Grades were no different. I worked to maintain a high GPA in case I got injured and needed a degree to fall back on. My future always came first.
Even sexually, while I promised and delivered orgasms to my partners, the end goal was always for me. I wanted to be the best. I wanted to have sex, wanted a particular girl, wanted to do it in this or that position. I wanted it to be for one night. Even when I dated Taryn, it was on my terms, my way and on my time. Not that she complained. She had her own vain reasons for being with me.
With Braylee, I want to pleaseher.I wantto fillherneeds more than I care about my own. And, I can't imagine having her for only one night. I want to find out just how kinky she is when she isn't distracted by her insecurities. I even want to share more of my personal shit with her. How fucked up is that? It's a foul ball in my usual stream of steady hits. Will it last, is the question. But I don’t want to focus on that right now. I want to focus on the beauty in front of me, strip her down, and give her the orgasm she deserves.
“Grayson?” Her soft voice interrupts my thoughts. “Are you okay?” She brushes my damp bangs from my forehead. “You're quiet.”
“I'm thinking of all the ways I'm going to worship you.”
“Worship?” She rubs her lips together, fighting a smile. “I like the sound of that.”
“You know what sound I like?” I run my hands up her body and gently circle her nipples with my fingers.
Her breath catches, and she falls against the wall again. “What?”
“The sexy moans you make when I touch and kiss you.” I stand and devour her lips, wanting and needing to work her up from top to bottom.
The moment her fingers tug my hair at the nape, I lower my head and suck on her breasts until she's writhing against me. Returning to my knees, I trail kisses down her stomach, stopping at her bikini bottoms. I ease them down and inhale her sweet scent. Oh yeah. This is how I'm going to make her come—while screaming my name.
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Braylee
Grayson's hands on my bare body, caressing me in places no one has touched in well over a year, ground me to the moment. His lips kissing and tasting my skin secures me to the act even more. I haven't felt this alive since before the accident—or ever. I can't remember, and I don't want to. I want to stay in this incredible, toe-curling reality forever.
