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He dives back in with his mouth, and his fingers play with my hole, pressing against it, slipping just a notch or two inside. I don’t know which way is up. My movements to pleasure myself are sloppy and irregular. I keep bucking against him, moaning and crying. Jumping every time his touch switches tactics.

Laying on his back between my legs he pulls me down onto his face. I hold the table for support, too crazed to feel any shame or hesitation. My hips start grinding against him, and I choke on a moan turned scream when one finger pushes into my asshole and two other fingers plunge into my pussy.

“Grayson! Holy shit. I’m so full.” He doesn’t answer, he can’t. I’m full on fucking his face, letting him finger me anywhere he can.

The only way to describe the sound that I make as I come all over him is guttural. A tear slips down my face as I howl out my pleasure, slowing the pace of my hips until I’m still, barely holding myself up by the table.

Fingers slip out of me and hands find their way to my hips, lifting and lowering me to straddle his waist.

He is ecstatic. He is euphoric. He is glowing. Literally and figuratively.

My arms drop, slapping on to his torso. “Fuck.”

Grayson’s grin gets bigger. He’s giving me a full, toothy smile. “Look at you. So fucking breath taking. Covered in my art and falling apart from my finger is your ass,” he comments, one hand now rubbing my knee.

I’m still trying to catch my breath. I can feel sweat pooling on my forehead, on the small of my back.

“You were right, by the way,” he finds my eyes. “We should do crafts more often.”

Chapter 21

Hands glide a cloth all over my body, washing away the evidence of what we just did. Grayson takes his time soaping me up, pausing to grab my breasts or my ass. To lick a nipple or my neck. He is thankfully very naked in the shower with me, and his dick grazes my skin every time he moves.

He settles himself behind me, cock pressed up against my ass, and brings his hands around to grab my breasts. My head lays back on his shoulder.

“Thanks for fitting me into your schedule tonight, by the way,” he murmurs over my skin, squeezing my breasts and gently tweaking my nipples.

I laugh against him. “I’ll make sure to relay the message to my assistant.”

We stand like that, letting the hot water wash over us, Grayson’s hands never stopping their strokes along my chest.

It’s easy, it’s comfortable. It feels nice to be held like this.

He starts kissing where my neck meets my shoulder. Sucking and biting and tasting. God, he is talented. Who taught him all this?

Nope. Nope, nope, nope. Not going down that road.

“Your lips, Grayson,” I moan, moving my head to give him better access. His answering grunt tells me he won’t be stopping his advances to talk.

“I wanna touch you,” I whisper, and he pauses, turning my head so he can see me. If this is his big, grand rebound, he should get to feel good too.

“You don’t owe me anything, Sol. I like making you feel good. I want to make you feel good.” Someone should be recording this. Just so there’s proof that the perfect man does actually exist.

I turn in his arms and press my lips to his shoulder. “Let me make you feel good.”

We lock eyes as I unhurriedly kiss my way down his chest, down his stomach, until I’m on my knees in front of him. I have no idea what I’m doing. I have essentially zero experience. But I have read a shit ton of blow job scenes and that’s gotta count for something, right? It’s all about the confidence. And Grayson skyrockets my budding confidence.

My hands rub up and down his thighs and I lightly bite the two sides of his ‘V’. His groan of pleasure has my thighs squeezing together.

I grip his thighs and look up at him through my lashes.

He reaches a hand down to caress my cheeks, my jaw, my lips. “The sight of you on your knees for me is the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever had the privilege of seeing.”

My tongue flicks out, sweeping over his head, teasing, testing. His cock jumps and his hand slams into the slide of the shower, keeping himself upright. I open just enough to let the tip slip into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it, and then letting it fall out. “Look at your pretty lips, lollipop. Wrap them around my thick cock. Let me feel them.”

My tongue flattens out and I let it glide up and down the bottom of his shaft. He sucks in a breath through his teeth and bangs his hand against the wall again. “Fuck, Sol.”

One hand slips up to grip him at his base and I slap his dick against my tongue a few times. His entire body jolts with every slap. This is addicting. The power I feel taking over every cell in my body is going to my head.

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