Rm w/a Vu(74)

“I-I-I can’t,” I pant, trying to keep whatever’s happening harnessed. My insides feel tight, and warmth blossoms throughout my body, swallowing me whole.

But Greyston doesn’t relent. Using his free hand, he lifts my shirt, forcing my arms over my head so he can remove it entirely. With my breasts only concealed by my lacy bra, he lowers his face to the supple flesh and pulls one of my covered nipples into his mouth and bites down gently.

I gasp, placing my hands on his shoulders and clinging to him, curling my fingers into his sinewy muscles. Something inside is screaming to be freed, but for some reason, I’m nervous, and I continue to hold back. My skin prickles with a light sheen of sweat the longer I deny my body what it wants.

“Jesus, Juliette,” Greyston groans, raising his face from my breast as his fingers continue their eager mission, pressing hard and circling fast on that one part of my body that I know will be my undoing. “Don’t hold back, sweetheart.”

Turns out, that’s all it takes before the coil releases, and I cry out. The sound echoes off the walls and high ceiling of the main foyer as my heart races and my eyesight darkens except for the bright flashes of light I see every time I blink.

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 beneath me, so he wraps his arms around my waist to steady me.

“That was…” I say breathlessly as Greyston kisses the side of my mouth, following an invisible trail along my jaw. “That was just… I can’t even… Wow.”

He stops kissing me, raising his head to look me in the eye. There’s something about his expression I can’t quite decipher because I’m still trying to wrap my head around how completely blissed out I feel right now. “Juliette, was that…?” He pauses, almost like he’s not sure what it is he wants to say. “That wasn’t your first orgasm, was it?”

I can feel myself blushing furiously. “What? No, of course not… I’ve had… I think?”

Greyston pushes my hair back from my face with a light chuckle. “If you think you have, then it’s been my experience you haven’t.” Continuing to look over my face, Greyston sighs. “I wonder what other firsts we can uncover.”

The right side of his mouth twists up into a devilish little smirk, and a tremor of anticipation shoots down my spine, settling right where his hand was only moments before.





Chapter 18



This has to be the most nervous I’ve ever been in my entire life. I feel more like a twelve-year-old girl about to talk to her big crush, and less like a twenty-year-old woman going on her first date with a guy she’s known for a few weeks. This has the potential to go toe-up in the worst way, but that’s probably just my pessimism kicking in.

When my last class of the day finally lets out, I rush from the building, already telling Daphne that I wouldn’t have time to look for her. She was very understanding once she sensed my growing anxiety about the date tonight.

Greyston is parked in the same spot as the day before, just stepping out of his car as I walk briskly toward him. It’s like he times his arrival to the second, and I smile brightly when he greets me. “Hey, gorgeous,” he says, meeting me halfway and pulling me into his arms. I wrap my arms around his neck, and he lifts me off the ground slightly. “How was your day?”

“Too long,” I sigh against his neck. “I was far too excited about tonight.”

“You and me both.” He sets me back on my feet and kisses my lips softly. “What do you say we head home?” I nod once in response, and he takes my bag and leads me by the hand back to the car.

“So, what exactly are we going to do tonight?” I inquire as we pull out of the parking lot. He’s silent, staring a little more intently than usual, and it begins to worry me. Does he have to postpone our date for a work-related issue? “Greyston?”

“Sorry.” He smiles and places a hand on my thigh. “I had a couple of ideas, but I’d be interested to hear a few of yours, as well.”

“Oh.” He’s caught me off-guard, but in a good way, because this means he isn’t postponing our first date. “Um, I don’t know. Dinner and a movie?” He laughs, making me nervous again. Was I showing my age with my suggestion? Did he want to do something a little more…grown up? “What? No good?”

“Quite the opposite,” he says, giving my thigh a gentle squeeze. “That was precisely what I was going to suggest.”

“Oh yeah? Cool. So, what movie do you want to see?” I ask, placing my hand over his.