Chapter 4

4

GRAYSON

I 'm all yours.

Those were the words I'd said, and I meant them. But as the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen tugged my pants and underwear all the way down, then moved between my legs to take my cock in her mouth, I knew this went beyond sex.

My body was hers. My heart, my entire life. My belongings? She could have them all.

I was falling for her. It made no sense, but it was true. Right now, I had a bigger problem, though. Right now, I was having a hard time holding back.

I closed my eyes and held my breath, doing everything I could to avoid coming in her mouth. I had to hold out. Otherwise it'd be a good half hour or more before we could do this again. Before I could fill her with my cock and take her virginity. Mostly, though, I didn't want to show any sign of weakness.

She took me in as deep as she could, then she pulled back before releasing me and using her hand to stroke me. Then she ran her tongue over my balls.

My eyes popped open at that last one. Not at all what I'd expected. She was a virgin, so of course her movements were a little awkward, but she was enjoying what she was doing, and that made it even hotter.

Hot wasn't what I needed right now. What I needed was to cool down.

"Hon, you're going to have to stop that," I finally said.

When she looked up at me, it melted my heart. Those eyes were filled with concern. That was the last thing I'd want to do to her.

"If you keep going, I'm going to…"

What word could I use that wouldn't be too much for her? Come was just wrong. Shoot my load? Ejaculate prematurely?

All that was… No. Just no.

"Have an orgasm?" she asked.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. "Exactly. I want to save it for you. Why don't you stand up?"

She pushed herself to her feet, eyes still wide, and looked down at me. Something about her towering over me like that heated me up even more.

I scooted forward on the sofa cushion and settled a hand on each of her hips again. The panties were in the way, but I could work with that. I didn't want to remove them until I was ready.

"Are you wet for me?" I asked her.

"Mm-hmm," she said with a nod.

"Let me see."

I slid two fingers between her legs, moving them over her panties. I let out a moan at what I found there. That area of her panties was as wet as if she'd just stepped out of the bathtub wearing them.

"You want me, don't you?" I asked, looking up at her.

"Mm-hmm."

It was a rhetorical question, but I'd take her answer. Not just take it but bookmark it for later, when I was reliving this moment and wanted to remind myself that this incredible woman wanted me. And only me.

"I'm going to slide my fingers underneath," I told her. "Will you part your legs for me?"

She didn't say "mm-hmm" again. Instead, she did exactly what I asked, widening her stance until I could slide my legs between her thighs. Then I slipped my fingers underneath the cloth of her panties and groaned as I parted her folds.

Damn, she was wet. So, so wet.

"How does that feel?" I asked.

She seemed to be having trouble speaking. She gasped, then sighed, then finally said, "Good. Amazing. So…incredible."

She hadn't seen anything yet. I withdrew one finger and began stroking her clit while the other stayed inside her. It was a maneuver I'd perfected over the years after reading about it. But it wouldn't feel nearly as good as when I stroked her clit while my cock was inside her. That I'd save for later.

With every gasp and moan that passed those beautiful lips, my cock grew a little harder. It was almost aching now, begging for release. There'd be time for that. Right now, this was all about her.

"Oh yes," she said, her hands landing on my shoulders. She gripped hard, and I took that as a sign she was nearing orgasm. "Oh my gosh, this feels so… Ohhhhhh."

There was something about her reaction that got my attention. She was caught up in the pleasure, but there was also a hint of surprise in her voice. Like she hadn't expected it to feel like this.

Could it be?

"Wow," she said as she leaned back a little to let me know she was done. "I've never felt anything like that. Is it always that way?"

"An orgasm?" I asked. "Yes. Should be. When it's done right."

When it's done by me, I wanted to add. But of course, if I couldn't keep her in my life after tonight, I'd have to accept it. I just wanted to show her what really good sex was like—sex where a man put her needs first. That way, no matter what happened, she wouldn't settle for less than she deserved.

"Was that your first orgasm?" I asked.

She nodded. "I don't know. I guess I felt like if I did something like that, it would be breaking the rules and karma would come for me."

Karma would come for her because she explored her own body? That was a new one on me. Another thing I hoped she'd take from this was that there was nothing wrong with any of this, married or not. Sex was a beautiful thing.

"Take off your panties," I said. "I want to see that pussy."

Her eyes widened briefly, and I gave myself a big mental kick in the pants. This was a classy lady. A woman who'd never had sex before. Dirty talk was way inappropriate.

"Can you say that again?" she asked. "It's kind of…hot."

"Take off your panties?"

"No, the other part."

I smiled. That was music to my ears. I wanted to feel free to say whatever came to my mind when I was making love to her. If she liked dirty talk, all the better.

"I want to see your pussy," I said.

I'd changed "that" to "your" to make it clear that there was only one I wanted to see. Only hers. For the rest of my life.

She stepped back, sliding a hand under each side of her panties and tugging downward. It took me back to earlier, when she'd removed her pants and top. I'd been so caught up in watching all of it, I couldn't look away even though my goal had been to give her privacy.

This time, though, she didn't take her eyes off me. She held my stare while she gradually bared herself. But when she straightened again, her hands were held in front of that area of her body. She was still being modest. I got it. I just hoped in time she'd get comfortable enough to not feel shy being naked in front of me.

"Come here," I finally said.

The words came out in a burst, and they were much harsher than I would've wanted. But she didn't seem to mind. She started toward me, hands still shielding herself, and my heart began racing so hard, I thought it might pound right out of my chest.

It only took a few small steps before she was within reach. I pulled her toward me, a hand on either side of her hips again. It felt like we were settling into a familiar rhythm. I kept my eyes focused on her face as my mouth made contact, my tongue darting out to flick over her clit.

She gasped, then threw her head back. Yes, she liked this. But more importantly, she was letting herself go in front of me. That was exactly what I'd hoped would happen.

As I drove her toward orgasm, her breathing grew more erratic, then she gasped and said my name not once, but twice. I watched her out of the corner of my eye and saw her move one hand to her breast, running her fingers over her nipple and even pinching it between her thumb and forefinger. When she cried out, I grew even harder. It made me more determined than ever to take her all the way. The sooner she came, the sooner I could plunge inside her and make her mine.

"Oh, gosh!" she finally cried out. "It's happening again."

My eyebrows shot up at those words. Gosh? It? She seemed to have a hard time with dirty talk. I'd noticed she didn't even use the word "God." Was that part of her father's rules? When I someday met the man, I'd have to make a note to temper my language around him because I definitely had the mouth of a sailor at times.

"Mmm," she said when she was finished.

Her head dropped slightly and she stilled, confirming she was done. She might need a rest, and that would be fine. Maybe we could eat some more pizza. I'd stuff my erection back into my underpants and jeans and eventually it'd calm down. Not ideal, but Simone's comfort was my top priority.

Suddenly, though, her head lifted slightly, and I saw she wore a sly smile. "Now it's your turn."

I didn't budge, as much as my body was telling me to. "Are you sure? We can wait."

"No way. Scoot back."

Now she was the one calling the shots, and I liked it. I liked it more than I wanted to admit.

I did exactly as she said, gripping my cock in my right hand as if to calm it down. I was shocked when she chose to turn around and back onto my lap, facing away from me.

It took some time for her to get into position, but I helped steady her as she moved into place. When my tip came into contact with her warm, wet pussy, I almost lost it then and there, but I managed to calm my raging arousal a little while longer.

"That doesn't hurt," she said, sounding surprised as she slid downward. "I thought this would hurt."

I opened my mouth to warn her that she'd barely scratched the surface, but it was too late. She plunged downward, then cried out, freezing but not pulling upward again. I wanted to withdraw, but my ass was as low as it could go on this damn sofa cushion. She was one hundred percent in control.

"Okay, that hurt," she finally said.

I heard her let out a deep breath, then she pulled upward a little. But much to my surprise, she eased her way downward again.

I waited patiently while she seemed to work through the pain, bouncing slightly as she tried to ease me in. Normally, that alone would push me toward orgasm, but I couldn't enjoy this. Not when she was clearly in pain.

"It's not hurting as much now," she said. "Is it okay if I touch myself? That might make it easier."

"Hell, yeah," I said, then winced at my own slip-up. "Sorry."

"You can cuss," she said. "It's kind of—oh, yeah—hot."

The "oh, yeah" was said in a voice that told me she was definitely touching herself. I squeezed my eyes closed and tried not to think about it, but as her movements became bolder and quicker and her breaths grew shallow again, holding back was just about the hardest thing I'd ever done.

"That's it," I said. "Keep touching your clit."

I paused to make sure those words didn't bother her. But if they did, she didn't show it. In fact, she started responding even more.

"Your pussy's so wet," I said. "You feel so good."

"Oh God," she said. "Keep talking."

That was progress. She'd used God instead of gosh. Did that mean she was opening up to me? Embracing her naughty side? Maybe both.

"I want you to come all over my dick," I said. "I want to feel your sweet pussy around my throbbing cock."

"Oh, yes," she said. "Oh God. Grayson. This feels so… Ahh."

I sucked in a deep breath and smiled, knowing my future wife was having her third orgasm. She was also no longer a virgin. She was mine.

She stilled briefly, but then started moving again. I knew she wanted to keep going until I came, but there was one problem with that.

I gritted my teeth, took a deep breath, and said what needed to be said. "I don't have protection, hon. So we're either going to have to stop or?—"

"I'm on birth control," she said. "I snuck and did it in college. All my friends were on it."

"I'm safe," I said.

She twisted around a little to look back over her shoulder at me. Her eyes narrowed, and I knew she was curious.

"It's been a while for me," I said. "I've kind of embraced the solitary lifestyle up here. Until?—"

Until I met you.

Those words remained unspoken, but I hoped she got the sentiment. This was not a one-time thing for me. This was for keeps.

"Are you ready to come?" she asked.

Fuck, that was hot. Maybe it was knowing it wasn't in her nature to say those words. That she only said them for me. Or maybe it was that sweet face that hid a wild woman underneath. Whatever the case, my dick was harder than ever, and I was aching for release.

"Why don't you fuck me until I come?" I asked.

She didn't move yet, though. Instead, she asked, "Can I face you?"

I nodded. "That would actually be great."

I helped her off me and she turned around to straddle me, her breasts at eye level. I groaned. Yes, this was even hotter. I'd try to make her come again, but I wouldn't last long at all.

She started to move, but I stilled her with my hands on her hips and ran a tongue over each of her nipples. This was for my gratification, not hers, but she sucked in a breath, anyway. She liked that. After I came, I'd settle her back on the couch and lick that pussy again.

Within seconds, she was moving again, my loose grip on her hips no match for her boundless energy. She held eye contact as her lips parted slightly. I couldn't stop looking at her—that face that had a slight glow to it that I hadn't noticed before, those generous tits bouncing with each movement…

And then she reached one hand behind her and ran her fingers over my balls. My eyes involuntarily slammed shut as the most intense orgasm of my life raced through me.

I couldn't stop the loud noise that came from my mouth. It was almost a roar. Luckily, there was no one nearby to hear it.

As I shot my seed deep into her, I couldn't help but regret she was on birth control. I wanted this woman to have my baby—multiple babies, even. I wanted to build a life with her here in Rosewood Ridge.

I opened my eyes and looked up at her, fearing I might see something that said things weren't the same for her. But she was staring at me with an expression I could only define as love.

Yes, she was feeling this too.

"Do you like chocolate chip cookies?" I asked.

Her smile fell and her head tilted as she seemed to try to work out what I was asking. "Yes?" she answered.

I couldn't help but laugh, but I had to explain. "I bake," I said. "And cook. It's kind of a thing at the fire hall. I just need to run next door and get a few ingredients."

"I have flour," she said, gesturing toward the kitchen.

"We're going to make a great team."

That brought the smile back to her face, and my spirits soared. Yes, this was definitely the beginning of something great.