Who knew hearing that would make my lower body ache for more. I moan even louder than before when his fingers sink in further. “Yes,” I pant into his mouth, never slowing my movements. I’ve even started palming the head before gliding back down his shaft, and it seems to drive him fucking wild.
“Oh!” I feel like I’m body-slammed by several different sensations all at once when he curls his fingers a certain way. The tension in my muscles releases, my toes curl, and every inch of my body tingles.
Greyston snakes his other arm beneath me and twists his fingers into my hair, pulling my face to his. I moan into his hungry kiss, my hand moving over him faster as he tries to coax another orgasm out of me. This orgasm is even more forceful than the first, forcing me to stop kissing him at the exact moment my body tenses around him. I open my mouth, but hold back on crying out, riding the wave silently.
And just when I think it can’t get any better, he slips his thumb over my clit. I bite my lip, everything in me trembling.
He presses harder, making me gasp, and my grip around him to tighten. “Don’t hold back,” he says. “I want to hear you when you come…feel you tighten around my fingers…want us to come together.”
I don’t think I could possibly have another orgasm, but sure enough, my lady bits are tightening and constricting around Greyston’s fingers, and my cries begin to mount. I’m not too lost in my orgasm to notice that Greyston’s hips are thrusting into my hand even faster, chasing his own climax.
“Oh, god,” he mumbles brokenly, his hips now pulsing in short, uneven movements until, finally, they still. Warmth spreads across my stomach and spreads beneath my skin.
He rests his slick forehead against my neck as we ride the high I know we’re both reeling from. My hand falls slack around him, and I pull it away slowly, realizing the source of the warmth on my stomach when I look down.
Greyston looks up at me, realizing it also. “I’m so sorry,” he says quietly. “I didn’t mean to—”
“Sorry?” I inquire, still a little out of breath. I can’t imagine what he’s apologizing for…unless he really didn’t want us to go as far as we did. “You mean, you didn’t want to—”
“What?” he props himself up on one arm and looks at me with wide eyes. “No… I mean, yeah I did—very much. I’m sorry about the lack of warning before I—”
I blush and look down at my abdomen. “Oh. That.” Smiling, I glance back up at Greyston through my lashes. “It’s not so bad. I mean, I’m going to need to shower, but, um, you don’t need to apologize. Really…” There’s a brief pause before I shoot him a mischievous look.. “Though, I suppose if you wanted to make it up to me, you could join me upstairs.”
Chapter 19
The sun slowly creeps across my bedroom floor on Sunday morning. I’m still tired, but when I hear a splash outside, I sit up excitedly. Not only am I excited because Greyston is half-naked outside in the pool, but also because I don’t have to work at all today. After a lot of pleading, I convinced Katie to pick up my shift so I could take at least one day off after a busy week at school and an exhausting day at work yesterday. Sure, I had to take a couple of extra shifts next week to make up the hours, but knowing that Greyston was going to be out of town those nights anyway made my decision much easier. This way I wouldn’t have to be home alone more than necessary.
Instead of stepping out onto the balcony to watch Greyston swim his lengths, I decide to join him in the pool instead. The last time I was in the pool wasn’t entirely voluntary, and I figure this could be a good way to start our day off together.
I finish my morning bathroom routine, I go to my dresser and rifle through my top drawer until I find a light green two-piece swimsuit. I quickly tie the straps of the tiny triangle top and then tighten the ties on my hips before exiting my room. On my way down the hall, I grab a fluffy towel from the linen closet and hop down the stairs excitedly.
Wanting to surprise him, I peek through the window above the kitchen sink to find him still cutting through the water gracefully, none-the-wiser to my even being out of bed yet.
Quietly, I slide the patio door open and step out onto the cool stone, padding softly toward the pool. It’s definitely a little chillier now that we’re into December; we’ve honestly been lucky to have the warm weather as long as we have. I toss my towel next to Greyston’s on the lounge chair and head to the edge of the pool deck. While I would love to dive into the pool, the truth is, I’m just not that graceful and would probably hit the water with a painful slap. To avoid this, I to sit on the edge of the cement deck, slip silently into the water, and wait for him.