18. Chapter 18 Finally

Chapter 18: Finally

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In a swift motion, he carries me to the bedroom, his thick muscles flexing under my touch, my ache of desire intensifying with every step we take.

After he sets me on the bed, I watch, mesmerized, as he yanks off his shirt, revealing the sinewy strength of his torso, green pecs rippling under the soft glow of the lamplight seeping in from the other room. His wound is barely a bruise. My fingers itch to trace the contours of his body, to feel the heat radiate beneath my fingertips.

With a soft gasp, I realize that my own top has become a tangle of fabric. Grum’s eyes follow my movements as I lift it over my head. His pupils expand and he exhales in a dazed huff as he looks at me. Though I’m still in my bra and pants, by the way he’s looking at me, you’d think I’d done a sexy striptease.

The cool night air brushes over my skin, heightening my senses, but nothing compares to the way his gaze burns into me, drinking in every inch of me like I’m a treasure.

Although I’m dying to see what he’s hiding under his jeans, he strides closer and kneels between my knees at the side of the bed.

“Take off your bra.”

There’s a hard edge to his voice. That wasn’t a request. It was a command. I’ve never played power exchange games in bed before, but there’s something about the intensity of his carnelian gaze, the muscle pulsing in his jaw, and his order to undress that makes me want to do exactly as he says.

I’m usually desperately shy in bed, but his command frees me from those constraints. I not only unclasp my bra for him, but I take my time doing it, my gaze never leaving his. When the fabric whispers to the floor, he groans his appreciation.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, Joy.”

He eases closer and sucks one nipple into his mouth as he plucks the other. His touch ignites a wildfire beneath my skin and I gasp with the pleasure.

“You’re stunning,” he murmurs before trailing his lips to my collarbone, kissing along the sensitive skin and making me arch into him, aching for more.

The cool air meets my slick nipple, and I can’t help but shiver. He kisses his way down to my other pebbled tip and wraps his lips around it, igniting a spark that shoots straight to my core. I moan softly, overwhelmed by the sensations he’s stirring within me.

“Grum,” I gasp, my voice thick with longing as he works his way back up, once more capturing my lips with his. The kiss is a heady mix of passion and tenderness as his hands explore, tracing the curves of my body like a sculptor inspecting the beauty of his work.

“Tell me what you like, Joy,” he breathes against my ear, his voice a low rumble that sends mini-shocks from head to toe.

I guide his face to mine, secrets spilling into the space between us. “More,” I urge, my body arching instinctively against him. I guide his hand, encouraging him to explore further down, feeling the heat between my legs blossom under his touch.

Grum’s fingers find my waistband and deftly slip beneath, his touch sending jolts of electricity through my already ignited body. He hesitates for a moment, treating me like porcelain, searching for permission in my gaze. I nod, breathless, and his fingers dive deeper.

That’s when his mouth finds mine again, silencing any last remnants of doubt. My skin hums under his touch as he opens me up, teasing me with gentle strokes that quickly become firm, a rhythm that mirrors my pounding heart.

My back arches off the bed, helplessly trying to chase the pleasure he’s giving me. Each movement of his fingers sends ripples of ecstasy coursing through my body, making it clear I’m ready to shatter into a million pieces.

“Off!” It’s all I’m capable of saying. One syllable. But it gets my point across as he urgently undoes my button and zipper and yanks my pants and panties off with barely a break in the action.

Then he slides two fingers into me with a growl that resonates deep within him.

“So wet, Joy. So wet for me.” His tongue is thick, as though he’s dazed.

Although his cock is the main event I’ve been waiting for, the feel of him entering me, breaching me, pulls a gasp and an urgent moan from deep inside me. He picks up his pace, curling his fingers just right, igniting a fire in my core that makes me dizzy with want.

“My Joy likes this.”

He continues that come here motion as he bends to suck my clit into his mouth.

I make a sound between a yip and an enthralled groan as my torso lifts off the bed, then falls against it with all my weight. He’s working me as though he owns me. As though he’s studied a lifetime to learn just what I like.

He lifts his head to order, “Tell me what you want,” urgency thick in his voice. The way he stares at me, raw and vulnerable yet brimming with strength, makes me feel like I’m the only person in his world.

“I want… I want you to make me feel good,” I breathe the words, letting go of any lingering shyness. “Make me come. Please don’t stop.”

His lips curl into a satisfied smile as he leans back slightly, stilling his fingers for just a heartbeat. “Good girl.” The praise washes over me like a warm wave, igniting another shudder deep within my belly. He sucks my clit and the area around it into his talented mouth as his fingers resume their rhythm. It’s even more intense, his long strokes reaching deeper than before, sending me spiraling toward the edge.

I’m panting now, my heart racing as he watches me unravel, each soft gasp a testament to his skill. I reach out, clutching his shoulders, desperate to feel even more connected, needing to feel all of him against me, every inch of that hard, powerful body.

“Grum, I—”

I gasp as he curls his fingers again, hitting that sweet spot that leaves my mind blank with pleasure. My back arches involuntarily, and I’m suddenly on the precipice.

“I’m close,” I manage to groan, my body tensing and trembling, every nerve-ending alive as he deftly works me toward release.

The licks and flicks of his tongue pause long enough for him to order, “Let go for me, Joy. I’ve got you.” His voice is a seductive promise, his confidence decimating the last of my restraint.

“Yes,” I whimper, lost to the bliss his body promises. With a final thrust of his fingers and that wicked smirk still playing on his lips, I tumble into the abyss, my cries of ecstasy echoing in the air as pleasure washes over me like a tidal wave, leaving nothing but warmth and shocks in its wake.

His fingers and that amazing mouth don’t stop even when I’m quaking beneath him, drawing out every last pulse of delight from the climax, letting me ride the waves of sensation until I fall back, chest heaving and utterly spent.

As I drift momentarily in otherworldly bliss, Grum hovers over me, his eyes dark with a primal hunger that ignites a fresh wave of desire within me.

“That looked like sheer pleasure.” He uses that long, black tongue to lick my wetness from around his mouth. When I manage a slight nod, his lips twitch into a grin that reveals a hint of mischief and satisfaction.

“I want to find a thousand other ways to please you, Joy.”

A rush of excitement surges through me at the prospect of that promise. This male who is devoted to discovering every inch of my pleasure, is promising something that will last far into the future.

“Grum,” I murmur, wanting to connect again, to feel those strong arms wrapped around me, craving his weight against mine. Motioning for him to come closer, I beckon him with an inviting look, my heart racing again with anticipation.

He doesn’t hesitate. In a flash, he’s beside me, pulling me into his raw embrace. I revel in his solid presence, how his muscles mold against me as he cradles me close. Heat radiates off him, enveloping me like a cocoon, feeling so safe.

“Your turn, Joy,” he whispers, his gaze hungry yet playful, igniting a fire in my belly that refuses to be extinguished. It sends a jolt of confidence surging through me—I can take control, too.

I’ve wondered what his cock looks like, now I’m about to find out. I urge him to lie on his back, then I sink to my knees between his thighs as Grum watches me, his gaze intense.

I glance up at him, meeting his deep amber gaze filled with desire. Reaching out, my fingers brush against the taut muscles of his thighs, as I feel the heat emanating through the fabric of his jeans. His breath catches, and I can see the way his muscles tighten under my tentative touch.

I fumble with the button of his jeans as he watches me, a mix of lust and need flickering across his face. I manage to release it, and I tug down the zipper with slow deliberation, taking my time to savor the moment.

When his jeans fall open, revealing the impressive bulge beneath his underwear, a rush of desire washes over me. The primal urge to touch him grows stronger, and I brush against the outline of his hardness.

My finger instinctively finds the little wet spot on the fabric at his cockhead and I rub it, soft and gentle until he sucks in a breath and then growls. It’s an aggressive noise, but it doesn’t scare me, not with the look on his face that shows he’s in so much pleasure he might be drugged.

“Joy.” The way he says my name sends a delicious thrill racing through me. His voice is low and lust-thickened.

I slip my hand into his jeans and grip him. He’s warm and heavy, pulsing softly against my palm, and I find my breath catching in delight at the sensation. Grum’s breath hitches, his hips shifting toward me instinctively, urging me onward.

“God, you feel so good,” he rumbles, his voice cracked with arousal. “Just like that, Joy.”

With every word, he pushes me toward uncharted territory, and I’m eager to explore. I lower my lips to his waistband, pressing kisses along the line while my fingers caress and tease him, feeling his body heat flare. The soft fabric of his underwear clings to him, and I can’t resist leaning in closer to inhale his scent, a mix of pine and musk that practically intoxicates me.

As I linger at his waistband, his breath quickens. I can’t help but smile against his heated skin, savoring his reaction.

With a gentle tug, I pull down his waistband, just enough to free him. His cock springs up, thick and magnificent. It’s a darker green than the rest of his skin, and a pearly drop of pre-cum is beaded in his slit. I gasp quietly at the sheer size of him, my heart racing at the sight.

“Just like that. Ah, you’re so sexy.” His voice is low, gravelly, and the praise sends warmth flooding through every muscle, cell, and fiber of my body.

I wrap my fingers around his base, feeling the strength beneath the skin, and stroke his length slowly. There’s something undeniably intoxicating about the way he responds to my touch, his muscles tensing under my fingertips, his breath hitching again when I roll my palm over the sensitive crown.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, causing me to shiver. The words are a sweet affirmation, stoking my desire. The sound of his voice, laced with urgency, makes me determined to show him just how much I crave him.

I don’t want the thick denim in the way any longer, so I yank his remaining clothes down and off, then return to where I was. I lean closer, the warmth of his body enveloping me as I flick my tongue out, swirling it around the head of his cock. Grum’s sharp intake of breath at the sensation makes my heart flutter—he’s in ecstasy. Encouraged, I take him deeper into my mouth, letting the weight of him stretch my lips as I carefully work to find the rhythm that makes him moan.

“Mmm, that’s it,” he growls, his tone deepening with pleasure. I can feel his gaze on me, heavy and filled with lust, and it only spurs me on.

I focus on the sensations—the way his size fills me, the taste of him, the deep throaty groan that escapes his lips when I take him to the back of my throat. It’s a heady experience, a dance of give and take, and I relish every moment of it. My hands coordinate with my mouth, one wrapping around the base as I pump him in tandem with my rhythm, while my other hand cups his heavy balls.

“Goddess, Joy,” he gasps, the name rolling off his tongue like a secret, “Can’t get enough of you.”

His voice is thick with need, and I feel a surge of exhilaration at the sound. I pull back just far enough to look into his burning amber eyes, seeing the fire of desire consuming him.

“Grum,” I murmur, breathless but filled with a daring that wasn’t there before. “I want you inside me.” The raw urgency of my words hangs in the air; it’s electric.

He growls, low and primal, the sound reverberating deep in his chest. “I want to be inside you, too. But first, let me feel your skin against mine.”

With a sudden powerful movement, he pulls me up from my knees, lays me gently on my back, and covers my body with his. It’s an intoxicating weight, reassuring and possessive all at once. His heart pounds against my own, both of us connected in this moment of pure vulnerability.

Grum’s mouth finds mine again, kissing me with an urgency that makes my head spin. The taste reminds me his mouth was on my sex only moments ago. His hands glide down my sides, exploring every curve, memorizing me with his touch. The way he breathes me in while lost in the kiss sends sparks of heat cascading through me.

“Joy,” he whispers against my lips, the word like thick honey. “I want to take my time with you.” There’s a gravity in his voice that makes my heart skip.

“Yes,” I reply, almost a whisper. I want this. I want him. And the way he’s looking at me, I can tell he’s ready to give me everything.

In a fluid motion, he rolls onto his back, drawing me over him so that I straddle his hips. I sink down onto him, our bodies aligning in perfect harmony. There’s a brief moment of hesitation to savor the anticipation—the thickness of him pressing against me, a delicious friction that leaves me breathless.

With a small shift and the slightest bit of pressure, I feel the head of his cock nudge against my entrance. My body buzzes with excitement as I try to adjust. “Are you ready?” he asks, concern mingling with lust in his eyes.

Am I ready? I’ll die if he’s not inside me before I breathe my next breath.

“Yes, Grum. Please.” My plea is raw and genuine, and I feel him respond to it, all the strength he possesses seeming to coil tightly within him.

“Good girl,” he praises, and that simple affirmation ignites something deep within me. With steady control, he guides me down, our bodies meeting as I sink onto him slowly. The stretch is a beautiful tension, a gradual filling that makes me moan softly, lost in the sensation as my eyes roll back in my head.

When our bodies are fully connected, our eyes lock, and I see the raw hunger within him mirrored in my own. “You feel incredible around me.” His voice is gravelly, as he adjusts to me. “So tight. Your warmth… every inch of you drives me wild.”

“Grum,” I manage to breathe out, feeling both powerful and treasured beneath his gaze. I rock my hips a little, craving more, the sensation settling deliciously deep in my belly.

“More,” he growls, and I can sense the primal energy that thrums beneath his skin, urging me to move.

Taking his cue, I ride him, slowly at first, feeling every inch and savoring his fullness. Each thrust, deep and deliberate, pulls soft gasps from both of us. I’m lost in the rhythm, the raw connection of our bodies igniting a fire within me that burns hotter with every delicious stroke.

“Just like that,” Grum urges, his hands gripping my hips, helping me keep my rhythm. “You’re perfect. So fucking perfect.”

We move together, building a rhythm that crescendos into something blissful and raw. I arch my back, pressing harder against him, my desire intensifying and spiraling. I’m close again.

“I love it when you move like that,” he growls, his breath hot against my ear, echoing my own rising pleasure. “I want to feel you come for me again.”

His words drive me closer to the edge, pleasure crackling like electricity through my veins. “Grum, I—”

“Let go for me, queen. Let me feel you.”

Those words allow me to surrender to the tsunami of desire. The pleasure spirals and glimmers until it bursts, enveloping us both in a storm of ecstasy. I can feel myself trembling around him, my spasming walls massaging him as my cries spill out, resonating within the charged air between us.

“Goddess!” he barks in ecstasy, his voice thick, and it’s all I need to let go completely. I shatter, the apex of pleasure crashing over me in breathtaking waves. My body trembles around Grum as I convulse with my release, the world narrowing to just the two of us—him filling me, completing me.

“Grum,” I cry out through teeth gritted in bliss.

“Fuck! Joy—” His voice is a growl, primal and raw, urging him on as he drives deeper, responding to the rhythm of my contractions. I can feel him, hard and thick, pulsing within me, every thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through my body. “I’m close. I want to be inside you when I come.”

“Yes! Please, Grum! I want it—want you so much!” My desperation only fuels his desire, and he gives a fierce thrust that pushes me right back to the edge, drawing out whimpering cries that echo in the room.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, his praise sending another shiver coursing through me, filling me with heat and longing. He grips my hips with hard, powerful hands, guiding me as we race toward the finish line together.

With each stroke, he sinks deeper, punctuating it with a soft grunt. Tension coils tighter until it feels like it might burst. I can see the struggle on his face, that fine line between control and raw need, and it’s one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever witnessed.

“Joy,” he rumbles, his voice a low, thick whisper, and it sends a thrill down my spine. “I want to fill you… to claim you.”

“Yes!” I gasp, meeting his thrusts with my own, desperate to feel him release deep inside me.

With a deep growl that vibrates through his chest, he thrusts one last time, burying himself deep within me, and I can feel him pulsing as he spills into me, bathing my insides with his warm spend. My high-pitched cries of satisfaction mingle with his deep groans as he loses himself in the moment.

We hold each other tightly, both caught in the current of pleasure until it gently ebbs away, leaving us both breathless and intertwined. The world feels suspended in this pleasure-soaked silence, with nothing existing outside of us.

Grum’s arms wrap securely around me as I collapse against him, sharing whispers of panting breaths and soft giggles. The intimacy of the moment settles around us, and I can’t help but smile, feeling cherished and complete.

“Joy,” his voice is thick, filled with satisfaction and tenderness, “you’re incredible.” He tucks strands of hair behind my ear, his fingers brushing softly along my cheek, sending flutters through my chest.

I look into his amber eyes, now softened with affection, and my heart swells. “So are you,” I whisper, feeling a sense of euphoric connection that binds us deeper than I ever could have imagined.

Grum pulls me closer, and we share a solemn, lingering kiss full of promises and unspoken dreams. I can’t help but wonder what the future holds for us, but in this moment, nestled safe in his embrace, I can just bask in the now.