Page 73 of Losing Forever
When I caress his butt, he bites my bottom lip and picks up the pace again, pounding into me. Our breathing turns shallow, our kisses sloppy with need. Whenever we break, our eyes connect again.
Words I don’t dare say rest on my tongue.
Grayson bends his knees and sits on his feet.
I whimper at the loss of him inside me.
He grabs my waist, dragging me to meet him, and lifts my hips so my butt rests against his thighs. This time when he shoves into me, the angle feels different.
“Keep yourself here. I want to touch you.”
I clutch his bent knees, securing me to him.
With his hands and mouth, he explores my breasts, biting, sucking, and pinching.
I feel him everywhere and still, I want more. “Grayson?” I call out and move my hips to meet his thrusts, riding him even though my back remains on the bed.
Sweat coats our skin, making my actions slippery and uncoordinated.
He grips my hips and slams into me, taking control, his gaze on my breasts. “I love watching your tits bounce. I love fucking you. I could watch you like this all day.”
My body clenches, ready for the blissful orgasm that’s a breath away.
He presses his thumb to my clit, and I’m lost in a sea of sensations. My body belongs to him, to the sex we just had, to the way he makes me feel, to the orgasms only he can give me. I’d give him my body every day if it means experiencing this kind of bliss. My heart I need to keep, though. If I give it to Grayson, I fear I’ll never get it back.
26
Grayson
Braylee sits on the couch in the great room, staring out the glass doors. An overcast sky promises rain and chilly weather.
I run a hand through my damp hair while I wait for Braylee’s coffee to fill the mug.
The sex we had this morning was surprising, amazing, and scary as fuck. I’d never felt so connected to a person in my life. I wanted to cherish her, and I did. I wanted to own not only her body but her heart. It’s a place I never imagined I’d be. I want to care for her, dry her tears, make her smile every chance I can, ravish her body, and wake up to her every day—which is why I need to leave before shit gets real and I break her mending heart.
Because I will.
On the plane, I told myself I’d put her first and let her go. But I’m still here, prolonging the inevitable, waiting for the right moment, which I realize now will never come.
I can’t be mean about ending things or blow her off, and I have no idea how to do that. I don’t even know how to leave her. She hasn’t explored the house yet. She needs to, as well as meet with a Realtor, pack up the house, and say good-bye.
When I mentioned what our plan was for today—meaning how she wants to proceed—she deflected by luring me into the shower for more sex.
She sucked me off with those amazing lips while staring up at me. She brought my fantasy to life by reenacting every part as if I’d shared it with her. I thought I’d died and landed in porn star heaven.
Afterward, I took her hard against the wall and she loved it. Fucking loved it. That kinky side I wondered about wants to try more. When she finally mentioned plans for later, it was a tease about what’s on tonight’s menu. More sixty-nine, followed by me taking her from behind while her arms are secured like they were on the plane.
I could have fallen in love with her right then.
Between last night and now, something changed in her. She’s radiant, confident, happy in a way I’ve never seen.
I bring her the coffee and sit beside her on the couch. Even though the skies are gloomy, the lush view and huge trees never get old.
“Thanks.” She takes a sip of the coffee. “A girl could get used to this.”
I stiffen, unable to hide the alarm on my face.
She studies me for a moment. “Don’t look so scared. I’m not trying to pin you down, Grayson. I know this is sex and only sex.”
