The Christmas Proposal - Miley Maine Page 0,42

him. “You’re the only person who’s made me feel this way.”

“You must have had some terrible partners before then.” He licked and kissed at the spot that he just bit, causing me to squirm. His hand came up to my hips, holding me down firmly so I couldn’t move around so much.

“Or maybe I just feel especially strong about you.”

“That could also be the case, I suppose.”

Finally, he moved his ministrations, all of his careful attentions, up to my throbbing clit. He licked it, teasing it with his tongue in a way that caused the pressure to build up even more. Noises came out of me that I didn’t quite recognize as he thrust his tongue into me, taking over the attention to my clit with one firm thumb.

It only took a few more minutes for the feelings to overcome me, so strong was my attraction to him. But he didn’t stop then, didn’t give me a moment of respite. He kept going, pushing me into a second consecutive orgasm.

“Grayson!” I cried out. “Oh, don’t stop.”

He didn’t, and I didn’t have to look at him to know that he had a self-satisfied expression on his face.

As he pushed me over the brink for a third time, he sat back, watching the waves of pleasure wash through me, leaving me smiling and malleable. “How was that?” he asked.

I sat up drunkenly and wove my arms around his neck. “The best. More than I ever could have asked for.”

“Is that so?” He cocked one eyebrow, and then kissed me. I could taste myself on his lips, my desire, my pleasure, and the need for him once again rose from deep within me.

“Yes.”

“You should learn to expect more, demand more then.”

I didn’t like the implication of those words. To me, they said that he didn’t think that he would be with me forever, that I would have other partners, and that I would have to ask them to fulfill the role he’d left vacant.

He must have noticed my frown, for he tilted his head to the side. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

“Don’t say that. It’s obvious from the look on your face that something is wrong. Tell me what it is.”

I sighed. I couldn’t say no to him, however hard I might try. There was just something about him that couldn’t be refused. “It sounds like you’re planning on leaving me.”

His brows came together and he pulled me closer to his chest. “What would make you say that?”

“The way you’re saying things. That I ‘should learn to expect more.’ It sounds like you’re preparing me for when you leave, so that I can ask for what I want from another partner.”

A flash of jealousy went through his expression, and I could tell then that I had been mistaken. “No, of course not. If everything goes as planned, then I shouldn’t have to leave you.”

“Really?”

“Really.” He pressed a firm kiss to my forehead. “I promise.”

I sighed, letting myself melt in his arms. “Good, because I don’t ever want you to leave.”

“I’ll try my best not to.”

He gave me a small squeeze, then sat back. He got up and I watched him curiously as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small foil packet. I had seen it enough times by now to recognize it as the condom that he always seemed to keep handy. I would have to remember to see what I could do later about getting myself some birth control so that we wouldn’t have to use those anymore.

Then he slowly unbuttoned his shirt, taking it off, and tossing it to the side. His pants came next, then his briefs.

He was so beautiful naked. It wasn’t something that I had thought of any other guy before, but he truly was. He had toned abs that glistened in the light spilling through the windows, and the lines of his legs were powerful. His cock was large and imposing, especially when it was hard like it was now. Just seeing him unclothed like this was enough to make shivers go all through my body and cause my internal heat to begin its build-up yet again.

He ripped open the foil package and slid the condom over his cock, then towered above me at the foot of my bed, looking down at me with a sly sort of smile.

“Let’s see, how shall I prove to you that I don’t plan on leaving you?” he asked, a mischievous tone to his voice. He leaned down, tracing one finger