Rm w/a Vu(100)

“Yes.” I sigh, my hands clenching against the bed while his free hand travels over my body—groping, pushing, pulling. Every muscle in my body tightens, and my heart pounds heavily against my ribs until it and our labored breaths are all I hear. “S’good,” I murmur.

The minute Greyston’s hand releases mine, he ensnares my hips and pulls me roughly against him, causing another orgasm to crash through me, shattering the flimsy barrier that struggled to keep it contained. He cries out against my neck as my hands fall to his muscular shoulders, and his fingers curl into my skin. His hips move in short, determined movements, and I can feel him pulse and release inside me.

My legs tremble around him as I let the final waves of euphoria wash over me, and Greyston’s head remains against my skin as our breathing steadies once more. The entire time we stay like this, I start to feel emotional—I’m not going to cry, or anything, but…it’s the first time I’ve ever gotten anything out of sex. And I’m not just talking about the orgasms; the emotional connection between Greyston and me makes things even more intense.

As I try to catch my breath, Greyston plants soft kisses across my chest and up my neck until he’s kissing me softly. My legs tremble around him, so he wraps his arms around my waist to steady me as he lowers me to the shower floor. Paint is trickling down our legs and circling the drain.

Slowly, he lifts his face, his eyes hooded and relaxed. “You’re amazing,” he says softly, kissing me once.

“Thank you,” I tell him, instantly feeling stupid, because I’m not actually thanking him for his recent statement. “I mean…for being you. I didn’t know that sex could be that…” I pause, unable to think of a word that accurately describes how I feel about what just happened between us “…fucking epic.” That’ll have to do.

I’m still a little shaky, but I find my bearings soon enough. I reach up to run my hand along Greyston’s jaw, smearing the small paint spots across his skin from where the sweat and steam from the shower had loosened it. “What do you say we clean up and then curl up on the couch with something to eat?”

Greyston waggles his eyebrows suggestively, and I giggle. “Maybe we should worry about feeding our bodies to keep our energy up,” I counter. “We can think about that after we’ve eaten.”

Greyston smirks, “I assure you I’ll be thinking about it the entire time.”





Chapter 22



It only takes a few minutes after our shower to fix my hair while Greyston goes downstairs to make us a light snack. After wiping up the water droplets on the counter, I enter my closet and throw on a pair of grey shorts and a black t-shirt before skipping down the stairs to find Greyston slicing some fruit.

“Hey.” I pop up on my toes and kiss him lightly before taking my seat.

Greyston grabs us a couple glasses of water and then joins me. I thank him before picking a slice of peach up off the plate and taking a bite. Greyston clears his throat, drawing my eyes to him, and it isn’t until I see the reddened tips of his ears that I realize he’s flustered about something. It’s adorable.

“So,” he says, “I have to admit, today’s probably the best ‘welcome home’ I’ve ever received.”

“Well, I guess I should be flattered, huh?” Pausing, I look down at the plate of fruit again. “And it was totally worth the wait.”

“I couldn’t agree more,” he interjects before dropping his eyes and clearing his throat. I can tell he’s nervous, but I can’t figure out why. It isn’t long before he enlightens me. With a nervous laugh, he swivels his chair until his body faces mine. “Today was…unbelievable, but I think we should talk about your comfort levels. It’s probably a talk we should’ve had before now, if I’m being entirely honest.”

My stomach does about fifty backflips and a flying half twist. Not sure how I should reply, all I can come up with is, “Oh?”

“Earlier, when you confessed to not being particularly fond of oral sex—even though I’d like to think I changed your mind…”He winks, and naturally, my cheeks blaze. “Well, I’d hate to do something that could make you uncomfortable or push you past what you’re ready for.”

I both appreciate and understand his acceptance of my inexperience. While I know that an almost-twenty-one-year-old woman with my sexual rap sheet is definitely a rarity, he has been so gracious and patient with me as we entered this relationship.

“Okay.” I take a drink of water.