“Honey, you know what will happen if I stay, and it sure in hell doesn’t involve either one of us sleeping.”
“I know, just… Let me have this one night with you. I know you’re leaving the day after tomorrow, but I need this.”
Clothes littered the floor on the way to the bedroom. Grayson leisurely made love to Gillian’s mouth at first. Her mouth was warm and sweet, she tasted good. She moaned against his lips when Grayson’s hands dropped to her bare shoulders.
Grayson took one of her hands in his, wrapped her small fingers around his hard cock, holding her hand there with light pressure. “Honey, I’m not going to last much longer if you keep doing that.”
Gillian’s fingertips stroked up, down and around his cock and he shuddered, feeling pleasure all along his spine.
With one hand on her waist, he gathered her close with his other arm and pressed against her soft hip. He kissed her gently while running his hands from her waist to her breasts and down again.
She whimpered as his kiss deepened.
His hand slid across her belly, stroking her velvety soft skin. With each movement, he trailed lower until his fingers were stroking the soft curls between her legs.
“I need you, Grayson,” she whispered.
He eased one finger into her moist folds. “Open your legs, honey.”
She did as he asked, and he slipped his hand further between her thighs, finding her slick and responsive to his touch. It was as if they’d been together for months. Deeper he probed, inserting one finger into her pussy, then withdrawing and returning with two fingers.
Gillian’s breathing grew heavy as her hips moved against his hand. Grayson smiled as he bent his head and took her breast in his mouth. As he did, he stroked her clit with his thumb. Her hips lifted off the bed. “Grayson!”