kissed her neck. Slowly trailing open-mouth
kisses along her collarbone before finally targeting her perfectly round
breasts.
She inhaled a quick breath the moment
his mouth settled over her nipple, her body recalling the memory of the last
time he’d kissed her there days earlier on his couch. Her mind and body were
waging a war: her brain busy listing all of the reasons why this was a bad
idea, while her body encouraged her to finish what they’d begun.
Her body won the internal combat.
Fisting her fingers in his hair, she
held him in place. She didn’t want to think anymore, she just wanted to
experience it—to feel him .
His hands glided across her silky
skin. He wanted to touch her—everywhere—all at once. Her fingers were tugging
softly in his hair, her breaths were swift and shallow, and the taste of her
skin threatened to send him to another dimension. Suddenly, it wasn’t enough—he
wanted to get closer, deeper.
His lips ascended to her collarbone
as his hands migrated to the hem of her faded denim skirt. He nudged the
material up several inches when he was abruptly interrupted.
Olivia gripped his wrists. “Wait”,
she interjected breathlessly.
“What’s wrong?” he asked as his mouth
continued its assault on her shoulder.
“Nothing. It’s just… it’s been a long
time. I don’t do this sort of thing often.
“When’s the last time?”
Olivia hesitated for a moment as she
relished the sensation of his lips against the crook of her neck. “Um… over a
year.”
Shocked, Grant pulled back and met
her gaze. “Over a year?” he asked in disbelief.
Nodding her head, she went on, “And
before that, I can’t even remember the last time. Look, I know I tend to act
aggressive at times. But that’s all it is— an act.”
Touched by her willingness to share
something so personal about herself, he suddenly felt a twinge of guilt. She
didn’t do “physical relationships” and that admission made him respect her all
the more. She was so unlike any woman he’d ever met and the last thing he
wanted to do was pressure her into something she wasn’t quite ready for. “Do
you wanna stop?”
The fact that he asked made her heart
swell a bit. No man had ever reached this point and then asked how she felt; they’d
just assumed she was on board. At that moment rationale receded, all doubts
faded. The only thought that remained was Grant—right now—with her— inside
her.
“No. I’m just a little nervous, I
guess”, she softly admitted.
Grant cupped her face, his eyes
boring into hers. “Don’t be nervous. We’ll go slow. And I promise, I’ll make it
feel good.”
Oh. My. God.
If the pre-game festivities were any
indication of his ability to make good on his promise, there was no doubt that
the main event would leave her very satisfied.
And truthfully, that’s all she really
needed. There was no denying their chemistry. They were both clearly attracted
to one another. Maybe sleeping with Grant was a good idea—she’d get him
out of her system and the overwhelming urge to feel his hands on her body would
lessen.
At least she hoped it would.
“Lift up”, he instructed.
She complied, lifting her bottom as
he hooked his fingers underneath the sides of her silk panties. He slowly
lowered them down her legs and then tossed them to the ground before stepping
between the V of her legs again.
After bunching her denim skirt up
around her waist, his eyes feasted on her flawless body. Her figure was
indefectible: firm, toned, yet round—perfectly proportioned for his pleasure.
This moment—this woman—would star in his fantasies long after they were
through.
Unable to resist any longer, he
opened his wallet and grabbed a condom. Unbuttoning his pants, he lowered them
and then quickly sheathed himself.
His body was ready and to ensure she
was as well, he reached between the V of her legs and found her wet, slick, and
waiting.
She moaned at his touch, the sweetest
sound he’d
kisses along her collarbone before finally targeting her perfectly round
breasts.
She inhaled a quick breath the moment
his mouth settled over her nipple, her body recalling the memory of the last
time he’d kissed her there days earlier on his couch. Her mind and body were
waging a war: her brain busy listing all of the reasons why this was a bad
idea, while her body encouraged her to finish what they’d begun.
Her body won the internal combat.
Fisting her fingers in his hair, she
held him in place. She didn’t want to think anymore, she just wanted to
experience it—to feel him .
His hands glided across her silky
skin. He wanted to touch her—everywhere—all at once. Her fingers were tugging
softly in his hair, her breaths were swift and shallow, and the taste of her
skin threatened to send him to another dimension. Suddenly, it wasn’t enough—he
wanted to get closer, deeper.
His lips ascended to her collarbone
as his hands migrated to the hem of her faded denim skirt. He nudged the
material up several inches when he was abruptly interrupted.
Olivia gripped his wrists. “Wait”,
she interjected breathlessly.
“What’s wrong?” he asked as his mouth
continued its assault on her shoulder.
“Nothing. It’s just… it’s been a long
time. I don’t do this sort of thing often.
“When’s the last time?”
Olivia hesitated for a moment as she
relished the sensation of his lips against the crook of her neck. “Um… over a
year.”
Shocked, Grant pulled back and met
her gaze. “Over a year?” he asked in disbelief.
Nodding her head, she went on, “And
before that, I can’t even remember the last time. Look, I know I tend to act
aggressive at times. But that’s all it is— an act.”
Touched by her willingness to share
something so personal about herself, he suddenly felt a twinge of guilt. She
didn’t do “physical relationships” and that admission made him respect her all
the more. She was so unlike any woman he’d ever met and the last thing he
wanted to do was pressure her into something she wasn’t quite ready for. “Do
you wanna stop?”
The fact that he asked made her heart
swell a bit. No man had ever reached this point and then asked how she felt; they’d
just assumed she was on board. At that moment rationale receded, all doubts
faded. The only thought that remained was Grant—right now—with her— inside
her.
“No. I’m just a little nervous, I
guess”, she softly admitted.
Grant cupped her face, his eyes
boring into hers. “Don’t be nervous. We’ll go slow. And I promise, I’ll make it
feel good.”
Oh. My. God.
If the pre-game festivities were any
indication of his ability to make good on his promise, there was no doubt that
the main event would leave her very satisfied.
And truthfully, that’s all she really
needed. There was no denying their chemistry. They were both clearly attracted
to one another. Maybe sleeping with Grant was a good idea—she’d get him
out of her system and the overwhelming urge to feel his hands on her body would
lessen.
At least she hoped it would.
“Lift up”, he instructed.
She complied, lifting her bottom as
he hooked his fingers underneath the sides of her silk panties. He slowly
lowered them down her legs and then tossed them to the ground before stepping
between the V of her legs again.
After bunching her denim skirt up
around her waist, his eyes feasted on her flawless body. Her figure was
indefectible: firm, toned, yet round—perfectly proportioned for his pleasure.
This moment—this woman—would star in his fantasies long after they were
through.
Unable to resist any longer, he
opened his wallet and grabbed a condom. Unbuttoning his pants, he lowered them
and then quickly sheathed himself.
His body was ready and to ensure she
was as well, he reached between the V of her legs and found her wet, slick, and
waiting.
She moaned at his touch, the sweetest
sound he’d
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