“Now?” She smiles. Her eyes bright. “Now I wouldn’t dare you at all. I’d choose truth.”
“And what do you want to know?” I ask her, searching her eyes, memorizing every fleck of light. I’ve wished to get this close to her for so damn long.
“Are you glad I saved myself for you?”
I groan. My heart tight with longing and love. “It’s the best gift I’ve ever been given, Georgie.”
Georgina
I didn’t know how he would take it, me saving myself for him and him alone, but as he runs his hands over my body, I get the feeling he likes the fact no one else has ever caressed me this way. I only ever wanted to be held by Grady. But I was too scared to say it.
I’m not scared anymore — not of this, at least. The other stuff — the stuff I have to tell him about — that, I’m terrified of. But this? Being naked with the man of my dreams? Not at all.
He kisses me again, our bodies pressed tight, and we don’t have clothes as a barrier. He’s wearing his boxers still, and a part of me is glad. I’m not sure I could handle so much naked Grady all at once. His bare chest is making me dizzy on its own. So many muscles, chiseled and defined.
“You work out a lot, don’t you?” I say, running my fingers over his skin.
He chuckles. “I have to — every other guy I know is off falling in love. I’ve got to keep myself busy somehow.”
“And you haven’t been out dating, trying to find your one and only?” I ask.
He runs his fingers over my breasts, past my belly, between my thighs. His fingers graze my pussy, and I whimper. “No,” Grady groans. “I wasn’t looking because I already knew where my girl was.”
I moan softly as he touches me, opening my body up for the first time. “Your pussy is so wet,” he tells me, kissing my ear.
“Do you like that?” I ask. “How wet I am?”
“I want to make you even wetter,” he tells me. “I want to make you drip, Georgie. I want you to drip for me.”
“Make me yours,” I beg as his fingers begin to move inside of me, two at a time. I drop open my knees for him, wanting him to have all of me.
I’ve been so scared for months now, on the edge, and now I am split open in the best and least expected way. Grady moves his hand against me, then lowers his mouth, kneeling before me and pressing his lips against my pussy.
“You’re so bare,” he says, running his hand over my waxed skin. “You look so innocent like this.”
“I am innocent, Grady. When it comes to sex, I mean. I need you to show me… I need you to…” My words falter then because his tongue begins to run over me, up and down, my clit his to devour. And he does. He licks me, breathing hot air against my open cunt, making me writhe beneath him in the most delicious way. Every fantasy I’ve ever had with him and me is being played out in real time, and it’s making me moan. Loudly. I beg him to take me harder, to touch me deeper, and he adds a third finger to my tight pussy, making me wrap my arms around him and hold on for dear life.
I don’t just drip for him — I squirt and I don’t know if it’s a good thing, but I feel my juice against his hand, his growls of delight as he kisses me hard. Harder. He pins my hands over my head with one hand and pushes his other against my pussy so hard and deep that I’m split in two in the best way possible. My moans turn to cries as he finger fucks me into oblivion, my legs jelly, my cunt pulsing hard as the intensity rushes through me, making me gasp. I cling to him, wrapping myself up in him, refusing to let go.
“What was that?” I ask, fighting to catch my breath as tears fill my eyes.
He cradles me in his arms, my legs wrapped around him as I sit in his lap. He holds me tight. “That was an orgasm.”
I shake my head. “No, I’ve tried to touch myself… to get myself off… but it wasn’t like that… it wasn’t…”