“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!”
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