by J. L. White
I let out a soft moan. I’m worked up now. I’m throbbing and feel weak in the legs. But still I don’t rush him. As he sucks my nipple, sometimes softly, sometimes firmly, I run my hands over his cheek and neck and shoulders. I’ve never given so much love in a single touch, or been loved so well in return.
He gives my nipple one last, firm taste, swings over and does the same to the other one, then comes up to my waiting mouth. Kissing me deeply, he gently adjusts me into a sitting position on the bed, his warm body between my thighs.
I don’t know how much more of this I can take. I want to wrap my legs around him, but still I wait.
He pulls away, looking me deep in my eyes before slowly lowering his head and placing his lips on my breastbone. He works his way down, planting moist kisses in between my breasts and toward my stomach. My nipples are aching for his touch, but that isn’t the only thing. As he gently lays me back, his mouth still wandering downward, I bring my knees up in anticipation of his ultimate destination. By the time he reaches the top of my pubic bone, I’m spread and lifting my hips up, unable to help myself. My pussy is throbbing and wet and I know it won’t take me long to get there once he finally satisfies my need for his touch.
He continues downward, but veers to the side and gently sucks on the tendon at the top of my upper thigh. I grip his shoulder with one hand, his hair with the other. He goes over to the other side, his hot breath teasing my clit. I arch my back, my breasts rising into the air. He sucks on the other tendon, closer to the folds of my sex this time. I spread myself further and tug his hair in the desired direction, asking.
His head moves as directed and my clit throbs in expectation. “You’re so beautiful, Chloe,” he says softly, then laps his wet tongue over my clit. My mouth drops open and my body jolts as I’m consumed with the pleasure of him making contact at last. He licks and sucks and works me up into a frenzy quickly. My firm nipples are hot and aching, but he finally reaches up and squeezes them. I moan and grind my hips toward his mouth helplessly. My channel is aching to be filled and my clit is swelling and hardening against his tongue. Still squeezing one breast, he runs his other hand firmly down my stomach, then brings it under my leg and slides two fingers into me.
I groan and press him hard against me, panting as I curl inward and spread my legs further. Intense waves of pleasure pulse outward from my clit, rising and rising as he licks me eagerly and fucks me with his fingers.
I urgently hang on to his shoulders as I climb to the pinnacle, my legs trembling. He flicks his tongue hard over my engorged clit, thrusts me with now three fingers, and I let out a long, yearning cry as my orgasm shatters over me. I dig into his shoulders as I contract with pleasure again and again. Still he works me furiously and I arch back hard, whimpering and panting. All my senses and awareness are swallowed up in the deep quakes in my body. I succumb completely. He slows just enough, drawing my climax out. I let out one sharp, short cry after another as he expertly leads me from one peak to the next, slowly bringing me down until I’m a limp, panting, puddle on his bed.
He gently removes his fingers and I’m left tingling and gazing at him with heavy eyes. He places a firm kiss on the middle of my inner thigh and I shiver slightly.
His gaze meets mine then and my heart skips a beat when I see the hot longing in his eyes. I don’t know if I have strength enough to receive that longing, but I’m about to find out. Keeping his eyes on mine, he crawls up to me. I try to scoot up farther on the bed to give us a better base, but I’m too weak to do it very effectively. He effortlessly lifts me and moves me up. I raise my knees and he settles on top of me, his bulging cock hitting its mark.
One stroke inside my sensitive channel is all it takes. I feel the fire rising in me again. I exhale sharply as I grip his firm ass, squeezing him.
“Do you like that?” he asks huskily, rocking me firmly.
I nod, too weak to speak.
“How much do you like it?” he asks. I’m already tightening around him.
“Don’t stop,” I whisper.
Supporting himself on his elbow, he grabs my hair and presses his forehead against mine. Still rocking me hard, he holds my eyes.
“You feel so good, baby,” he says.
His cock is growing taut against me. “You’re so hard,” I breathe.
I feel the pleasure in my body kick into a higher place and I clamp even harder around him. He groans and closes his eyes, diving deep into me again and again.
“Look at me,” I whisper.
His eyes flutter open, then close again in pleasure. He kisses me deeply, thrusting into me faster. I’m peaking higher, my legs spread wide, as he pounds hard into me repeatedly. He lifts his head back just enough to lock his gaze with mine.
My entire body flushes hot and my heart is pounding out of my chest. His cock hardens even more as he continues to ride me and I see he’s close. I’m close too and starting to tremble.
“I love you,” I whisper as we move together, holding each other’s eyes.
He grunts and closes his eyes briefly. Almost there, baby. I’m peaking right along with him.
He opens his eyes and I whisper again, “I love you.”
“I love you, Chloe,” he says tightly, then contracts sharply over me as we both climax together. He drops his weight fully on me and I shudder underneath him, letting my orgasm wash over me. He thrusts sporadically, his hard cock filling me and sending me into a place of pure bliss. We press hard against each other over and over. I fall back heavily as my climax carries me away.
He clutches me to him as we slowly come down together. His hot breath brushes over my ear. My legs drop heavily, too drained to do anything more. I weakly bring one hand to the back of his head and into his hair, lightly caressing him.
He comes up, cradles my face in one hand, and looks at me like I’m a pure wonder. Still panting softly, I give him a dopey smile. “How have I survived twenty-five years without you?” he asks.
I shrug, still smiling but too worn out to be much use.
He laughs lowly and gently rearranges us until I’m nestled in his arms, which are wrapped tightly around me.
I close my eyes and feel my body getting heavier.
“Sleepy, darling?” he asks, gently kissing my forehead.
I nod my head slowly, my eyes still closed. His arms feel so good. He smells so amazing. I love him so much.
My eyes stay closed as he does a bit of reaching. I relax even more as he pulls the soft covers over our intertwined bodies. I feel myself sliding into a satisfying sleep, and do nothing to stop it.
The next morning, I’m pulled out of a warm and cozy sleep when Grayson quietly gets out of the bed. I blink groggily at him as he sneaks into the bathroom and closes the door silently. I indulge in a slow stretch, wishing I could stay in Grayson’s bed forever.
Though, apparently, my bladder will have none of that. My stomach growls for good measure. I look at the clock on the nightstand: ten o’clock. No wonder I’m starving.
I sigh. I have to leave for the airport in five and a half hours. Six maybe. I consider how long it might take me to get through security on a Sunday afternoon and wonder how far I can push it. Six and a half hours?
I hear the shower water turn on.
That’s definitely not helping my bladder.
Still feeling buoyant from another heavenly night of Grayson, I crawl out of bed and find another bathroom. When I’m finished I return to the bedroom, intending to crawl back into bed, but decide to make us breakfast instead. I don’t know what he has in mind for that, but I’m too hungry to wait to find out.
I find my panties, slip on his button-down shirt, and pad barefoot down the stairs and into the kitchen. After acquainting myself with his pantry, I get started on some French toast.
I’m just laying the first pieces in the pan when I hear his voice upstairs.
“Chloe?”
My heart clenches instantly, responding to the faint hint of panic in his voice. G
od, how could I be so stupid? “I’m here!” I call quickly.
He appears on the landing, a navy blue towel wrapped around his waist. I see the relief on his face before he wipes it away, smiling at me.
“Are you making breakfast?” he asks, coming down the stairs. God, he looks yummy. Maybe I’ll just eat him up instead.
I go to him and meet him at the base of the stairs. “I figured I owe you.”
He pulls me in firmly and gives me a kiss. He looks kind of sheepish and shrugs slightly. “I thought you’d gone,” he confesses quietly.
“I know, I’m sorry,” I say, squeezing him. “I wasn’t thinking.”
“You know, I think you were right about this whole being in love thing,” he says smiling.
“Right about what?”
“It makes you stupid.”
I smile back, but as I think back to the Morning After the Night of Grayson, I grow more serious. His smile fades too, and he watches me, waiting. “You know,” I say quietly, “when I left before, it was because I thought staying with you was the safe thing to do. I thought I’d be letting myself get caught up in a man. And, in a way, it would have been. Back then. I really did need time to figure myself out and just be me. You know?”
He nods.
“But,” I continue softly, “in some ways, running away was the safe thing to do. It was the easy way out. Staying with you, that would’ve been the risk.”
“And you’re feeling ready for that risk now?”
I nod.
“You’re sure?”
I sigh. “I really, really, really don’t want to get on that plane today.”
“Then don’t,” he says, holding my face in his hands. “Stay with me, Chloe. Today,” he kisses me on the nose, “tomorrow,” he kisses me on the forehead, “forever.” He kisses me on the mouth.
I kiss him back, falling and falling and letting Grayson catch me. Because that’s finally the one thing that makes sense.
We pull apart and I look into those stunning blue eyes. My Grayson.
Then I say out loud—and with my whole body and mind and soul—what my heart felt all those months ago.
“Yes,” I say. “I’ll stay.”
The End
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