I only shrug. “I just don’t. It felt…weird and rushed in the past, I guess.”
His hand moves down over his face, maybe trying to wipe the shock from his expression. “Good god, Juliette. While I realize now’s probably not the best time to have this discussion, I have to wonder what the hell was going through that jackass’s head.”
The somber tone in the room shifts again, inviting levity. I glance up at him, feeling a little more relaxed. His hands are on my thighs again, pulling me closer to the edge of the bed. I sit up and look at him, using my fingers to push his hair off his forehead.
“Do you trust me?” He kisses me lightly and gives my thighs a squeeze.
“Implicitly.” His hand drifts toward my inner thigh, and I inhale a shaky breath when his fingers slide home.
“I don’t want to do anything that makes you uncomfortable.” I smile. “So if this is absolutely something you don’t want to do, I won’t press the matter.” A finger slips inside, and I moan, digging my fingers into his shoulders. “But if you’ll let me, I promise to make it an experience you’ll never forget.”
My eyebrows pull together as I push my unease aside and nod my acquiescence. “Okay,” I whisper. “But if I don’t enjoy it—”
He interjects quickly. “Just tell me to stop, and I will.” He kisses me softly, then eases me back down onto the bed with his free hand while the other continues to move between my legs.
I clutch the blankets as pleasure consumes me again, my body tingling. Greyston kisses the inside of each thigh before slowly removing his hand, and I whimper at the loss. He adjusts our position until my legs rest on his shoulders, and then he lowers his head. My gut reaction is to push him away the second his tongue makes contact, but instead I tighten my grip on the blanket and instill all the trust I have in him.
I don’t know why, but I lift my head off the mattress and watch him. It’s strange at first, but then his tongue slides over a sensitive spot that turns me into a simpering mess, and I gasp, my hips pushing into his face out of instinct, seeking out even more. His eyes snap up to find me staring down at him. Like a gentleman, Greyston waits for me to give him the okay to continue, and I nod—I think. I’m honestly a little disoriented.
He proceeds slowly, and my breathing becomes heavy—labored. My legs tighten around him, pulling him closer and encouraging him to keep going. Greyston increases his efforts, using a little more pressure, and I fall back onto the bed with a moan, unable to keep my body upright anymore. He was right; this is incredible.
“Oh, god.” Pressure continues to build like a storm in my belly. Everything gathers in the middle, swirling around, and it’s only a matter of time before all hell breaks loose. I’m no longer in charge of my body, succumbing to pleasure, and my hips rock against Greyston’s face.
My legs tremble, and I think my moans of approval are growing louder—honestly, it all sounds so far away as I get lost in the fog of ecstasy. One of my legs shifts, my foot pressing against Greyston’s shoulder, and I feel him pull back slightly before I weave my fingers into his hair and hold him in place.
“Don’t stop,” I plead. “Please, god, don’t stop.” It takes my brain a minute to register what Greyston does next. It’s so many different sensations at once as he guides me closer and closer to the edge. My body is in that zero-gravity stage as an orgasm prepares to push me. I’ve been here before; I’ve just never been given the chance to fall.
“Juliette.” His voice sounds far away, but I find my way back to it, focusing on it and using it to ground myself. “Look at me, baby.”
I prop myself up onto my elbows again and look down at him. I watch as his right hand and tongue work simultaneously, and it’s almost too much. My senses are completely overloaded as I watch him, feel him, hear him… And that’s all it takes before I’m free-falling.
I collapse back onto the bed, wave after wave of bliss washing over me. The bed shifts, and Greyston is making his way up my body, a confident smile on his face. “That was…” I can’t even find the words to describe just how incredible it was.
Thankfully Greyston seems to still have his wits about him. “Amazing.” He leans in to kiss me, and I balk, my eyes widening and darting between his and his lips.
The thought of kissing him after he’d just… It gives me pause. But then it makes me curious. Bringing a hand up, I place it along his jaw, my thumb moving across his full lower lip. It’s soft, still a little wet, though from his tongue or going down on me, I can’t be sure. My curiosity continues to climb, and I can see he really wants to kiss me, so I curl my fingers, drawing him forward. I’m still hesitant, but I finally press my lips to his.