Page 60 of Paths
“Maya,” I start as I direct her hand back up to my chest before returning mine to her thigh. “Your experience is limited, am I wrong?”
A small frown comes over her face and she doesn’t answer, but her silence is answer enough.
“I thought so.” I trail my hand up the back of her thigh, my touch so light, I feel the effect on her skin. “For tonight, I don’t want you stressed—I want you relaxed and rested. Tonight, I want to focus on you.”
“But what about you?” She presses herself into my hard cock.
“I’ll be fine. I have been since the day I laid eyes on you.” My finger trails up and it’s easy to find her with her shorts so loose. She’s spread wide, but I want more, and hitch my knee raising her leg higher.
When I touch her for the first time, the look on her face alone is worth the wait. Her lids close right before she presses her face into my neck. She’s turned on and wet, wanting my touch just as much as I want her. Sliding my fingers through her pussy, I tease her with barely a touch. “I like you opened wide for me, baby.”
She groans and I swear if her fingers could dig into my chest, they would.
I add more fingers, learning her body. She’s so wet for me, my touch glides through her easily. When she presses into my hand, I ask, “You gonna relax for me?”
I feel her exhale against my neck when she nods.
I slide a finger inside, doing my best to focus on her and not imagine the day I really get to make her mine, but it’s hard. Especially when she presses down on my hand wanting more. I add another finger and move slowly as I brush her clit with my thumb at the same time. I lift my knee farther, opening her more. With each slow slide of my fingers, it’s easy to feel her body heat as it’s pressed against mine.
When I add more pressure to her clit and move my fingers quicker, her body jerks, and I have to hold her tight to me with my other arm to keep her where I want her.
“Look at me.”
She drags her head up, her face flushed and her eyes heavy, but she manages. It’s at this moment, before she comes for me for the first time, that I decide.
I never want to look at another face again. I feel that in my gut and know it in my chest like I’ve never known anything else.
“I want you.” The words fall from my mouth before I can stop them.
She’s breathy, on the verge of coming in my arms when she says, “I told you I wanted to touch you, and I want—”
“No,” I stop her from speaking as I keep finger fucking her but take pressure off her clit. I’m not ready for her to come yet. “For my entire life, I’ve survived. Never have I stopped long enough to want anything, but I want you. More than anything else, I know this is right.”
“Grady,” she moans, pressing into my hand, wanting more, and I give it to her. I can’t wait another second.
It barely takes anything to push her over the edge, she falls, and she comes hard. It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
When she slumps in my arms, trying to catch her breath, I run my hands up and down her back, and playing with the loose curls at the end of her hair. We lay like this, her body seeping into mine by the second, and just when I’m wondering when I can make this happen again just to see her face, she mumbles against my skin, “Triple chocolate.”
My hands stop. “What?”
She doesn’t move a muscle, but her words keep coming. “I’m gonna make you a triple chocolate cake with fudge icing and raspberry sauce—and not from a box. I’m gonna make you the good stuff, with two layers so you get extra icing.”
I smile into her hair. “Do I get cake every time I give you an orgasm? ‘Cause I can make that happen a lot.”
She lifts her head to give me her eyes—eyes that are sleepy, sated, and happy. Her face breaks into a small smile to match her eyes. “You’re sweet.”
I grin. “You’re just saying that ‘cause I let you feel me up.”
She barely pushes my shoulder. “Stop.”
“You stop,” I counter, pulling her body up mine so we’re face to face. “Don’t think you can bake me a cake just to get in my pants. I’m not that kind of guy.”
She starts laughing, her whole body shaking against mine.
“Now you’re not relaxed and I’m hungry for cake,” I say. “We have a trip tomorrow and I need to be on my game to deal with mobsters and your mother. I’m not sure which I’m most worried about.”
That seems to dampen her spirit, because she sighs and sinks into me again. “It’s a toss-up.”
