Page 76 of Paths
His hands go to his waist and he swiftly undresses, standing over me bare. His cock—hard, thick, and veined—is as beautiful as the rest of him. He drags his eyes over my body while holding his erection, and slowly, methodically running his fist up and down his length. My breath catches, watching him hungrily take me in, as if he can’t decide where to start.
When his eyes settle between my legs, without looking away, he murmurs, “Spread for me, baby.”
Holy shit.
I pull my knees up slowly before letting them drop to my sides, doing exactly what he asked, spreading myself for him. For my Grady.
Without looking away from his target, he bends and his mouth is on me. There’s nothing slow or sweet about his touch.
He’s hungry.
It seems all the time he said I was his before I even knew it, and all the time I spent being a creeper, fascinated with everything Grady, has come to fruition. Not to mention the tension that’s been building between us. The culmination of it all is too much for me, and I can tell it is for him, as well.
There’s no control.
His lips and tongue devour me. Sucking, licking, and kissing. He’s absolutely consuming me.
I can’t get enough. Putting my feet to the bed, I push up to get more, and he gives it to me. Squeezing my ass with one hand to hold me to his face, he slips his thumb inside my pussy as his tongue teases my clit right before his lips encompass it and he sucks.
I throw my arms out to the side to fist the bed, needing something to hold onto. Lightning shoots through me and I lose my grasp on reality. All I’ve dealt with—my family, my worries, threats made against me, it all disappears. Everything.
As my body shakes with my orgasm, I realize I can’t move. Grady’s easily holding me to his mouth in his strong arms, still sucking, teasing, and gently grazing his teeth over my clit, not giving me any reprieve.
Just when I think I’m spent and can’t take another second, Grady lets me go.
“Maya,” he whispers, and I feel his hand at the back of my knee, pulling my leg up.
When I drag my eyes open, he looks into mine and slides into me. Slow, smooth, and perfect. And inch by inch, I see it spread across his features.
If his eyes speak the truth, he just made me his.
“You feel that?” he asks, his voice rough and gravely.
With his forearm bent to the bed above my head, his other hand travels my body and down my arm. When he reaches my hand, he pulls it above my head, and cupping it in his, he holds the ring he just slipped on my finger between his forefinger and thumb.
“Yes,” I breathe, feeling him pull out, just to slide back in as slowly as he did the first time.
I’m still sensitive from my orgasm and feel it every time he fills me. Wanting more, I try and arch my back, but he gives me his weight and takes over.
“Fuck, baby.” He starts to move, giving me what I want, but doing it on his terms. “Even if I thought I knew before, now I know. Don’t want anyone else besides you for the rest of my days.”
He picks up his pace. Holding my hand and the diamond on my left ring finger, staring intensely into my eyes—Grady is solely focused on me.
Focused. On. Me.
I’ve never had that—ever. Sex has always been sex. To have it focused on me, but be about us?
It’s never been so good.
Staring into my eyes, he starts to move. Really move, as if he’s losing control and can’t help himself. His eyes close and his breath comes across my face, short and labored, all the while he never lets go of my left hand. Never takes his fingers off the ring.
He angles his hips with every thrust, hitting my sensitive clit. I do my best to move with him, to arch, to do anything I can for more.
Just when I thought he’d already lost control, I was wrong. With each strong thrust, every muscle in his body tenses. Running my free hand over his shoulder I’ve worked on so many times, I move down his back to his ass, loving the feel of his body. He’s like a work of art I can’t get enough of.
When it comes over me again, that heat feeling better with Grady moving inside me, it unfurls, consuming me.
He bows his back, thrusting into me two last times, and groans, coming right after me.
