Rm w/a Vu(119)

If the crotchless panties don’t make Greyston lose his mind, you better fucking believe that this will.



“You’re going to freeze your ass off,” Greyston warns from his spot on my bed as I step out of my walk-in closet in a white long-sleeved sweater and a skirt. “I know you’ve never seen snow before, but you realize just how far north Canada is, right? Not to mention, we’re going to the mountains.”

I smile sweetly and saunter across my room to where he sits; I am fully aware that a skirt probably isn’t what most sane people would choose to wear, but I have a method to my madness—one that Greyston isn’t quite aware of…yet.

“I’ve got jeans in my carry-on, just in case,” I assure him, pushing my way between his thighs and wrapping my arms around his neck. He welcomes me by placing his hands on my hips, his fingers curling into the denim of my skirt just above the swell of my ass.

Raising his eyes to mine, he smirks. “Just in case?” He laughs, slowly moving his hands down toward my thighs. The second the tips of his fingers touch the flesh of my leg just below my skirt, a shiver runs through me. While the most innocent touch from him always excites me, I’m definitely a bit more sensitive; it’s probably due to the two of us not having sex in two days—not for lack of my wanting to or his trying, I just…didn’t want to spoil my latest surprise before our vacation started.

“God, you smell fantastic,” Greyston groans, hooking his fingers beneath the hem of my skirt and lifting it slowly. He kisses the column of my neck, and I sigh when his thumbs press against my thighs and move in…and up—

I snap out of my lust-induced haze when he grazes my panties, and I place my hands firmly on his shoulders and take a very difficult step away. Naturally, he is undeterred and removes his hands from beneath my skirt, grabbing my hips and pulling me back to him quickly with a low, disapproving growl.

“I wasn’t quite done,” he tells me gruffly, lifting the hem of my shirt and trailing his fingers along the waist of my skirt until he reaches the button. Slowly, he begins to release it, his warm breath wafting over the skin of my stomach and causing goosebumps. He chuckles once and frees the button. “I love watching your body react to my every touch…” he cements his point by flattening his hand over my abdomen and moving it up under my shirt to my right breast “…my every kiss…” my eyes fall closed the moment he presses his lips to my now-exposed hipbone and then licks the skin “…my every breath.” When he blows on the newly-wet surface, a fresh wave of goosebumps flourishes across my skin, and I momentarily forget that a big part of my plan is for me to be driving him wild with desire. He’s turning the tables on me, and I can’t have that.

Even though I would give anything to let him continue on like this, I open my eyes and look down at him. Grabbing his wrists, I stop him from taking this any further because I want to reveal his big surprise once we’re officially on vacation.

“That’s the second time you’ve stopped me from making love to you, Juliette,” he admonishes playfully, his tone low and dripping with desire. It surprises me when the pulse between my legs intensifies. “You realize we haven’t had sex since Christmas morning in the shower, right?”

“I do.” Smiling, I release one of his wrists and run my fingers through his hair. “But if I let you continue, then we’re going to be late getting to the airport, and you don’t want us to miss our flight, do you?” Even I know he can’t argue with reason.

Smirking, he tugs me toward him again by the open waist of my skirt. “I’ll be quick.”

With a loud laugh, I fall onto his lap, and he begins kissing my neck again—probably because he knows it renders me completely powerless against him. “As romantic as that sounds,” I tell him softly, “I’d really rather wait until our vacation begins.” Pausing, I bite my lip and shrug. “I’ve kind of got this whole thing planned…”

“And I’ll get the surprise you promised me?” he inquires, lifting his head and arching his eyebrow.

“Definitely.”

Appeased for the time being, Greyston lets me get up and finish packing my things. After we double-check our bags to make sure we haven’t forgotten anything, we head out to the town car that’s just arrived. Greyston’s regular driver opens the door for me and takes our bags to the trunk while we climb in. Once our luggage is put away, the driver climbs in and pulls away from the curb.

Knowing that this marks the beginning of our first time away together, my excitement skyrockets. Beside me, Greyston throws an arm over my shoulder and pulls me close, kissing my temple. “I’m looking forward to this vacation with you,” he whispers.